When it comes the land will be wet.
There will be mud all over.
Tiptoes of tiny feet outside.
Then the sun will rise up.
The land will dry.

New blessings will come upon us.
Our gardens will flourish.
Our families will be fed.
Our souls will be blooming.

All my suffering will come to price.
All my tears will dry out.
My broken heart will be made whole again.
And I’ll open up and love again.