Lightening streaks from cloud to cloud

But no rain will fall and has not for far too long

The crops are weathered, dried out, brown in color

All the crops are dead, this is drought

Headlights coming down the road, too fast

Pickup fails to make the curve and crashes

The farmer is thrown out to be among his crops

The man is dead, this is tragedy

The farmer’s wife gives birth that night

The mortgage will foreclose next month

There is no money now, what to do

A baby in its mothers arms, this is life

Friends gather round to help out

Foreclosure is delayed, food put on the table

The rain returns, new crops are planted

Springtime comes, this is renewal