The tentsfull religious arena
Delivered the heavenly subpoena
And the atmospheric arrogance declined
In submission to then pathetic requisition
Prior to the first drops of new life
The triage pecking order was in place
Though the harmony of life had been erased
The rain would deliver the reprieve
And prevent the atrocities of need
The fervor of the earthfelt mass
The wheatfield choir in wind
Spoke to the primal motion
Of earth, sky and ocean
The cool rising ozone air
Delivered the dropsfull affair
And waved the flax dresses of the women
Like so much freshly washed linen
Billowing the tent and paying the rent
When the rain finally fell on the thirsty ground
And the healing started to mend the cracks
Long since cemented by the limestone and clay
The rainmaker turned and walked away
The vengeful populous hyena
Returned to feast on farina
As the rain washed away the blood
Brought forth by "The Power in the Blood"
The next morning was cool and dry
Enough green to fill the eye
And the larkfull clouds rolled by
Enough green to fill the pockets
Of the rainmaker who brought the rain
Which fell anyway