Rain Maker

This is a prayer to the clouds, the ones
that are not there, that do not come even
as the Earth cries out with dusty tears and
the green things send their roots to scout
to no avail – there is no moisture.  The leaves
show their undersides in supplication.  Be
merciful.  Open your hearts and send
the grey green water dropping down.  Come
to us like mist and we will be blind, go down
on our knees, throw our faces back – submissive
communicants, submerging ourselves in the storm’s
power and your generosity.

Hosanna the thunder, answering our plea
Hosanna the lightening, striking the plains
Hosanna the rain, filling ravines, flooding
fields, hydrating the parched land.