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                                RAIN
                                  Patrick Barmore

                                  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