The Rainmaker

A warm day, a daring sun,
Whispering of the late summer wind,
The soothing voice of eternity,
Long-lasting moments of serenity,

A kindly soul stands near the tree,
Loving face and fair skin,
She stands alone for her whim.

Her graceful arms bent to the sky,
Crying for rain,
Beseeching the mighty clouds,
Bring us rain, all I ask,
Quench the thirst of my children!

Beneath the harden wood of this tree,
Lies a tender heart,
Crying for rain,
His gnarled old arms angled to the sky,
Reaching for the morning dew,
His leaves blown away in the sandy dust,

Pity on us,
This whipping wind,
How you torment us,
And yet not give in,
Crying we animals,
Oh! Bring forth rain,
On this wretched dirt,

Wet this soil once again,
Kiss this dust with your moisten lips,
Bring forth bud and prosperity,
Reap and flourish,
Bring forth rain,And glance at the miracles from your heavenly abode