For once, let it rain
on this dust and stone earth we
belong
Rain to heal the wound
that gives pain to the farmer
Rain to drain curses away
from those who didn’t send their first
fruits
to the seventy-seven gods
Fill lakes and rivers
and impregnate them with sea creatures
Rain before the people of Hiakrom travel to
Gyatakrom
across crusty-dry land for a morsel or a
grain to eat and die.
Rain.
Because when you rain, the soul of
mankind will rejoice
leaving the spirit of the ancestors to
sleep in peace
