Life is full of heat
The heat of actions
The heat of troubles
And none more so
Than the little country
Of Scarabia

The heat is sweltering
There is no escape
Everyday they toil
In a steamy air
They can't escape the heat
The heat of the day

But every now and then
Something rolls around
Clouds begin to form
Above their weary heads
A mighty crackle is heard
And one night's vacation earned

The Scarabian rainstorm begins
Everybody looks to the sky
Realizes the water is coming

They fled to their adobes
They shut the door tightly
And forget about the day

The sky darkens
And not a sound is heard
The usual hustle and bustle
Replace by a silent pitter pat
Of rain playfully jabbing
The roofs of every home

Life slows down
People sit down
Talk about their day
Read a book or two
Draw a picture
Anything but their work

The rainstorm stays
Just a day in Scarabia
And then it passes
Taking on it's pleasures
To another near by town

A new day begins
With all the troubles
Washed gently away
A new day begins
So clean and new

The new day begins
And yes the heat returns
But after the shower
It's not so intolerable
In fact, it's exciting
Everything's clean again