Dry Season

This track was born from a real headline: Farmers losing crops to drought worldwide in 2025-2026: crop droughts worsening even where rainfall increases, $10-14 billion average annual losses in US alone, 5-28% crop losses in severe drought years, spring soil drying threatening major food-producing regions. The lyrics weave in verified details — Crop droughts worsening even where annual rainfall increases; Warmer temperatures accelerate soil moisture loss during growing season; $10-14 billion average annual drought losses in US agriculture. Muckraker's indie-folk production gives the story the weight of a front-page exclusive — journalism you can feel in your chest. Lines like "The well dropped forty feet since last July" anchor the track in specifics that generic coverage misses. The mood — somber, weathered, intimate — reflects the emotional reality behind the numbers. Every Majik's Studio news track exists to make you feel the story, not just read it.

[verse 1] My grandfather planted this field in fifty-three My father kept it going, then he handed it to me Seventy years of harvest from this Kansas ground But the topsoil's turning powder and there's no rain coming down The well dropped forty feet since last July I'm pumping from the Ogallala and it's running dry Spring used to bring the moisture, used to fill the dirt Now the spring just brings the heat and every acre hurts The almanac is useless, the old patterns broke Ten to fourteen billion dollars going up in smoke That's the annual toll the drought takes from the land But it doesn't count the calluses on a farmer's hands [chorus] Dry season, dry season The ground won't give what it used to give Dry season, dry season A farmer's got to eat to live Dry season, dry season The rain forgot the way back home [verse 2] Planted winter wheat in October, watched it try By February every stalk was brown and dry Five to twenty-eight percent, that's what the studies say But a hundred percent of my crop is gone today The bank won't float another loan on faith alone Sold the back forty just to save the family home Drive through western Kansas, drive through Oklahoma too Every other farmhouse has a for-sale coming through They say the rain is coming, just in different forms Warmer air means faster evaporation through the storms So the sky can pour all summer and the creek can swell But the topsoil dries by Tuesday and the roots can tell Europe's in the same shape, Africa is worse The breadbaskets are emptying from harvest back to hearse [chorus] Dry season, dry season The ground won't give what it used to give Dry season, dry season A farmer's got to eat to live Dry season, dry season The rain forgot the way back home [bridge] My daughter says she's moving to the city, there's no point Three generations end right at this joint The soil remembers every seed we ever sowed But the soil is turning sand beneath a burning road And I'm standing in a field that used to feed a town Watching everything my family built go brown [chorus] Dry season, dry season The ground won't give what it used to give Dry season, dry season A farmer's got to eat to live Dry season, dry season The rain forgot the way back home [outro] Dry season, dry season The rain forgot the way back home Dry season Seventy years and the rain forgot the way back home