The birds would laugh at Job,
their song would torture him
Always, a steady rain fell,
Soaking and chilling him
He could always see a dry, light place on the horizon
He would walk for miles, muttering,
I'm sure this rain won't last
I'm sure it's time is up
Though it's pouring down, I'm sure this rain won't last
As it fell on Job's eyes, this water of doubt,
He said, "I'm wading in lies, it's wearing me out
But if you want it, all right
I'll buy it" The trees whispered to Jo
The wind screamed, "blood too dirty for mosquitoes,
I hope that you die soon
Pray to any god you believe in
One day, Job screamed back "Those people, they had families
Their families don't have them You're not any god I believe in
I hope the rain ruins the work you did
At that moment, the clouds parted
Job found himself in the sun
Job's god was left in the storm that he'd created
He moaned, "I'm sure this rain won't last
I'm sure it's time is up Though it's pouring down,
I'm sure this rain won't last"