Cambodia, are you ready for the deluge? The barrage is coming! Long has the dry season waned, and long have His people wept salty tears over the drought! Can you hear the thunder rolling? The clouds are gathering on the horizen, gaining momentum and expanding! They hang heavy and dark, ready to surrender! We're standing on the mountain and waiting. We stand watch, though the heat still scorch us, because we see the clouds, and feel the shifting winds. O let the torrent break, too long have we waited. Come rains and wash away the dry and weary! Flood wide and flood high, cleanse every wound, run deep to the roots of the nation. Nourish ancient soil to breathe again. Let the cannonade begin, like the symphony we've been singing so long।