Oh mighty Lords of Lift and Sky,
Who watch our planes from up on high,
We come with servos stilled and still—
No breeze, no flight, just heat and hill.
Our wings lie idle in the shade,
Our batteries drained, our joy delayed.
The summer sun, relentless, bold,
Has scorched the field and made us fold.
We’ve checked our trim, our CG’s right,
Our checklists gleam in morning light.
Yet still we wait for winds to turn,
For skies to cool, for clouds to churn.
Oh RC gods, hear now our cry—
We long to soar, we yearn to fly!
Grant us mercy, ease this blaze,
And bless us with some calmer days.
Let thermals lift but not too wild,
Let breezes flow both soft and mild.
Deliver us from this summer sear—
And bring us cooling this time of year.
We offer thanks for flight and fun,
For every loop and rising sun.
But now, with grounded wings we pray:
Send flying weather back our way!
Amen… and pass the transmitter.