Cannons

Troubled weather's on its way Tempests threaten us today There's no respite, from long dark nights Just the fantasy of spring From the hailstones of summer To a scorching winter land A frozen death sleep, then this heat Beats down on this buckled land Flames lick closer to the core From city limits fireball And in a headless chicken run Race red and screaming fire engines Then the cannons came Oh 'neath the brooding sky Beneath its baleful eye The cannon shot, the cannon crack Disturbing night dreams People fled in droves To the lakes and to the shores Left behind a near ghost town Save the life of the cannons resounding Still there was no rain Once more in the line of fire Hovers the preying sky The cannons aim jabs at the eye Heralding the rain