The rains come down and flood the town, the rivers overflow. The storm will send the wind to bend, the trees down very low. The eyes of the people look up to the steeple, in hopes their prayers grow. The crops of the farmer have no armour, so down on knees they go. The sun will stop fears and shedding of tears, when the dark turns into a rainbow. The flower will rise and point to the skies, and thank heaven for the beautiful show. Stay safe and take care of each other.