The rulers of the State
Permit the realters to cut the trees
and tell some priests to invoke
the rain god to fill the streets
with floods and quell the drought. 5
I too worshipped rain god
and prayed for a downpour.
I saw His smiling face in my dream
and He said: “I am pouring down
in the coffers of the bigwigs 10
as golden fish and biscuits,
as the season continues there.
For the poor folks like you
I send some angels to drizzle
a bit to quit the heat. 15
The meteorologists will tell
the forecasts of heavy rains.
Believe their words to bear your life! ” 18.
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