Dunk it, drown it,
Cry, Rain Baby!
Cry to the sky!
Dunk it again,
But not too long.
Cry, Rain Baby!
Cry to the sky!
Again, again,
Call down the rain!
We clothed you in
shimm'ring garments
for nigh a year,
Now call the gods!
The priest holds you,
Mother nearby,
Her tears call rain!
Cry, Rain Baby,
Cry to the sky!
Don't inhale it,
we need your tears.
Small child tears
call to the gods,
to send rain here
and feed us all.
You are life, so
Cry, Rain Baby,
Cry to the sky!
Small and limp and
you disappoint.
Only four times
could we drown you.
No food this year,
Your kin starves first.
O, Rain Baby,
you cry no more.
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