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Rain is Life ©

Ray E. MacRae
New South Wales, Australia
1973

The pastures dry are thankful most,
to feel the rain that falls.
The sheep and cow, and human too
cry their thanks in their own calls.

The soil will yield a hundred fold,
to those who’ve tilled the best.
Them that lazed the sunny days,
at needs will scoff at and jest.

Then, when the harvest time is here,
and the lazy see the crops you’ve struck,
“Their” family's needs, you will be told
are to be reckoned in your “luck”.

Then he who works the full year round
his body feels the pain,
Will help this kind of fellow
for he knows, it's God who sent the rain.



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