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.