On a boiling hot summer day
The car whizzes by a deserted highway
Unable to pause, unable to stop
Searching for rain, even a drop
The parched throats in the vehicle cry out
In whispers, as they cannot shout
Bushes blur by with lightning speed
How anything grows is a wonder indeed
Clouds fill the sky but still not a drop will fall
Apparently water is an order too tall
But, hoorah, the liquid out of the sky it drips
Enough for everyone to have a few sips
Now, in the death valley, all is calm
In death valley where wave trees of palm
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