text_original: It rained for weeks, and then for months, it my temper sorely tried, I cursed the raging elements, my Maker I defied, I called upon some wicked friends, and soon their aid was given, I wished that God might sleep six weeks, and no rain descend from Heaven! That instant I was petrified, and almost turned to stone!
text_transcription: IT REIGNED FOR WEEKS AND THEN FOR MONTHS IT MY TEMPER SORELY TRIED I CURSED THE RAGING ELEMENTS MY MAKER I DEFIED I CALLED UPON SOME WICKED FRIENDS AND SOON THEIR AID WAS GIVEN I WISHED THAT GOD MIGHT SLEEP SIX WEEKS AND NO RAIN DESCEND FROM HEAVEN THAT INSTANT I WAS PETRIFIED AND ALMOST TURNED TO STONE
phonemes: ɪt ɹˈeɪnd fɔːɹ wˈiːks, ænd ðˈɛn fɔːɹ mˈʌnθs, ɪt maɪ tˈɛmpɚ sˈɔːɹli tɹˈaɪd, aɪ kˈɜːst ðə ɹˈeɪdʒɪŋ ˈɛlɪmənts, maɪ mˈeɪkɚɹ aɪ dᵻfˈaɪd, aɪ kˈɔːld əpˌɑːn sˌʌm wˈɪkᵻd fɹˈɛndz, ænd sˈuːn ðɛɹ ˈeɪd wʌz ɡˈɪvən, aɪ wˈɪʃt ðæt ɡˈɑːd mˌaɪt slˈiːp sˈɪks wˈiːks, ænd nˈoʊ ɹˈeɪn dᵻsˈɛnd fɹʌm hˈɛvən! ðæt ˈɪnstənt aɪ wʌz pˈɛtɹᵻfˌaɪd, ænd ˈɔːlmoʊst tˈɜːnd tə stˈoʊn!