Let the rain come Dear God

I had a sweet dream last night
In the dream you dropped me a hint
that you're going to grace my homely garden
on this hot and lazy day in mid June.

Therefore, I got up early in the morning
couldn't wait to see you
for I haven't heard from you
for ages.
In the afternoon, I saw a sky full of dark clouds
being blown around
in the high wind
calling up memories of
your soft and silky long hair
And now, I can hear the moaning
of thunders in the distance
though it's pitch black outside.

If it's you that are groaning, don't be afraid
and cry out loud
let your teardrops rolling down
all over this dryland 

Otherwise, how could we expect
a fresh new world
come tomorrow morning
when the sun rises in the east