IT'LL RAIN - Song Page
© words & music by Annie Wilson
from CD Sky & Water, Wind & Grass

Album Note:  Drought can be a form of personal trauma for ranchers and, admittedly, our faith is sometimes shaken.  That’s when I think of the words of my wise mother-in-law Elaine who remembered the hard times of the 1930’s.  She summoned patience, perseverance, and faith in these two simple words:  “It’ll rain.”

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LYRICS: 

This grass is too brittle and dry ‘neath my feet 
With leaves folded in and curled up from the heat 
The last shades of green are now fading away 
And the prairie is turning more brown every day 

The deepest hole down in the bend of the creek 
Disappeared and dried up at the end of last week, 
Its minnows and frogs are now dead or dug down 
Searching for moisture below in the ground 

    “It’ll rain,” Grandma says,
     And I guess she should know 
     She lived through the hard times
     when nothin’ would grow 
     “It’ll rain,” Grandma says,
     “Yes, someday it’ll come. 
     Then remember
     and don’t take for granted your luck” 

Enough of this drought and this dust and this heat! 
I want to feel rain and breathe air that is sweet 
I want mushrooms and snails, mosquitoes and mud 
Not the sad choking curse of this dust in my blood 

I’d sure love to worry ‘bout driving my truck 
Down a long muddy road where I just might get stuck 
I want to see footprints in deep muddy soil 
Not cracks in the ground as the temperatures boil 

CHORUS 

But now as the day’s evening sun edges low 
This drought disappears in its rich rosy glow 
The magic light’s turning the grass green again 
So the hills seem alive and relieved at day’s end 

Then I see a great owl swooping deep in a draw 
And I scramble ahead to explore what it saw 
In the shadow is water! - sparkling and cool 
In the middle of drought, here’s a tiny spring pool 

     “It’ll rain,” Grandma says,
     And I guess she should know 
     When it does then
     these grasses will wake up and grow 
     “It’ll rain,” Grandma says,
     “Yes, someday it’ll come. 
     Then remember
     and don’t take for granted your luck”