Standing on a ground that is cracked by drought

With a huddled crowd waiting for the rain

Pray for a miracle cure that will gather more clouds

And will drench our fields and aspirations

Through the valleys of dust he sees a million eyes

With expectations high, hope flickers and wanes

Shadows come and go bringing shifting winds

Leaving tears in the eyes of the rainmaker

The air is aching for change with thunder rippling afar

He talks to silhouettes that have their hands outstretched

But the rain will not come and the fields will stay dry

As the rainmaker leaves for the horizon