Goddess of drizzle,
driving your big
cartloads of mist
across my fields!
Send me some sun
and I'll sacrifice
my cow -- my wife --
my Christianity!
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I like the directness of this- the straightforward plea. It's as if it comes from somewhere deep inside and has to get out. (lose the exclamation points)