let all the smoke out
the burning of sticks
wafting the deadly spell
an acrid stench lingers
breathe in the fresh scent
of the coming rain
clouds rolling over head
threatening a promise
to thirsty plains
pleading
just a drop
to quench
let all the smoke out
the burning of sticks
wafting the deadly spell
an acrid stench lingers
breathe in the fresh scent
of the coming rain
clouds rolling over head
threatening a promise
to thirsty plains
pleading
just a drop
to quench