When the green neighborhood dances to the call of the wild, one

Dark are the skies; darker even are the clouds which stalk the rain

The wind came swift and slow; rushing at times as petals of flowers dance

To the music of the coming rain; to lullabies that made heads bounce

And to the Forest people, to the clans that inhabit the wooded lands

A rainmaker was awake, perhaps trying his skills or just being mad!

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The lightning draws bizarre images across the dark firmaments

Causing the trees to look like knights with forks on the footpath

Silhouettes of mud huts stood motionless in the fiery wind surge

Exposed to danger: the rainmakers’ ire, the villagers try to hide

The day turns to night; seeking shelter is the new song for the hamlet

When the rainmaker’s strength leaves him or his tools* spent,

He lets the strong breezes rest on the call of the wild one*

But they wait on those who had mastered the rain antics.

Note: In some communities, some people are believed to have the ability to make rain. Most of these individuals are traditional healers; they access the wisdom of ancient life and spirits. This piece is an imagination, not real. Any resemblances are purely unintentional.

Tools* refer to the rainmaking tools of the rainmaker, including natural items such as leaves, herbs, and others.

Wild one*: the rainmaker and the wild one are either the same or the source of the rainmaker’s powers.