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Worst of all, as we sit here on an Earth that is too wet and too dry, 
with too much sea, and not enough water. 
We pray and wait for the clouds to open, for the rains to feed us. 
We wait for the drops to fill our reservoirs, to wake us up, to nourish our crops, to clean our streets, to feed our streams, to quench our thirst. 

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We need the rain to fall and not fall  
We watch the cloud that will not rain 
That sits in the skies, taunting us 
We sit and wait for the water.