Art Thou Brave? Thou Liest!

A brave heart not even the grave can enslave
Steady as a fountain, mighty as a mountain
As angry as a lemon as stubborn as a demon
And raging thunder is such a friend of wonder
Hero is the word written on my bold forehead

The Rainy Wiles

I pray I beg for the rain to come
To come to give life to the land
To nourish my crop in the farm
The taps to have water on hand