That One Weekend Poem by Johnathon Jenkins

Making it rain with the flick of the wrist
Showering the mountains and the valleys
High and above in the commanding seat
Decorated angels flying on the floor of the sky
Athena with sparkle in eye offers fruit for the gods as we shower her with rain
Creating voice rhythm and rhyme from the sticks and the bowls to purify the soles
Dancing loving embraced euphoric excellence slowly vanishes off back to the cosmos awake to lite shining down through the pane
Accepting defeat with a grin on my face candy flavor overwhelming the senses
No longer can I make it rain but need some for myself.