Musicians: Jillian Matthews
Writer: Iolanda Foschetti Text: The Rain Wisher
A seagull sky soars out of reach on white hot wings,
Casting no cool shadow on the heat rippled day below.
like a sheet, night descends,
and the sleep and the heat toss and turn stickily together.
Each day that same scathing sky singes the edges of the earth,
And no cool can be found.
The dust and the dry and the burn is all that remains down here.
Eyes scan the horizon,
Fingers point at the shimmering sapphire in the endless sun,
But in vain,
For there is no sign of rain.