a log drops and the  fire creaks   all eyes turn but no  one speaks   the air grows heavy all  thoughts the same   the rain, the rain, here  comes the rain   father scoffs and the  baby cries   son gets ready and the  mother sighs   the air grows heavy all  thoughts the same   the rain, the rain, here  comes the rain   at the podium the  voices speak   ships touch ground on a  sandy beach   the air goes heavy all  thoughts the same   the rain, the rain, here  comes the rain   on the front line a  rifle cocks   a pin drops loaded and a  trigger locks   everyone grabs a weapon  everyone takes aim   another log drops on the  fire and flames   slave out in the field  drops his work looks up   beggar in the street drops  his begging cup   the air grows heavy all  thoughts the same   the rain, the rain, here  comes the rain   the rain, the rain, here  comes the rain   the rain, the rain, here  comes the rain   here comes the rain, here  comes the rain