Africa folklore Nature Pastoral Poetry Series

Introducing The Rainmaker

In Africa, some people are known to conjure rain. This piece is not occultic. I will explain more on rainmakers later.

Give me rain,
Let the wind rage again
Give me rain, dear Heaven!

Let it flood the browned farmlands,
Let it refresh the waters of the ponds,
And the hards rocks upon the dry Earth
Let the hamlet be full of the wet clay

Let the Heavens rumble loud
I summon the East winds

I knee before the passing clouds
I hear the aves call out

I summon the Wind from afar
And she quietly comes, alas!
She threw the mighty doors ajar
To wait for a great rain fall!

Clear clouds are darkened
Firmaments are blackened
There is a powerful surge of wind,
To the East where it always stayed

On such evenings when all is weak and weary
When the rain falls on this hamlet, hurriedly
My long candle lights become crimson with fury
When my light-grey curtains dance in sheer frenzy

So right now I am standing,
I stand under the falling rain
I chose to, for it is my special calling
And I thank Heaven for this blessing!

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