Thursday, December 9, 2010

The Rainmaker

I lean my ladder
Against a dark sky
And I climb to the top
To the heavens, where I
Sit with my pail
On my lofty perch
On a billowy, silver cloud.

I am the rainmaker.
I pour the rain
In drizzles and drops
O'er the hills and the plains.
I spill the raindrops
That sprinkle like tears
On a parched and thirsty world.

Yes, I am the rainmaker.
I wash away
The dust and the grime
And the dirt of the day.
When my bucket is dry,
I climb down again
And I walk through the puddles, home.

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