Rain that feeds the meadow,
Fields of golden rosemary
Feeds our tired people,
Brings rainbows and happiness
Wets this beating land,
Suits this punished man
Change from the dry image of hunger,
To prosperity, relief and abundance …
Feeds the rivers
Runs to the sea,
Forest whispers sounds
Relieves the heat…
Moistens my skin,
Opens smiles
Brings shine and grace,
Bathes this kind land,
Maintains sacred,
Blessed by you
Welcome rain…
Wagner Campos