No Sign Of Rain

Autumn s come
 And the leaves are lookin brown and dry.
 Sun swings low,
 A fruit resists the thirsty ground.
 Uselessly,
 I try to coax a cloud or two.
 Searchin the skies,
 Knowinthere ain t nothing left to do.
 Summer s turned to gold,
 My garden s tired and old,
 The dust swirls round my bowl -
 And still, no sign of rain.
 Faithfully,
 I ve tended to my patch of land.
 Year by year,
 I ve scratched to keep my humble clan.
 Now and then
 Some thunderheads come out of the blue.
 Trouble is,
 They ve always been too far and few.
 Summer s turned to fall,
 The air is thick and cold,
 I feel it in my bones -
 But still, no sign of rain.
 Silence shades my lonely claim -
 Though all is gold,
 there is no rain.
 Still, I hear my singin bones
 And I believe
 Rain will fall.