What do you think of a cloud that won’t rain?
While farmers are desperate below on the plain,
Their crops in the fields are all dry and a-roasting,
The dirt is brown-barren from torturous toasting.
Why do you think that our cloud will not rain?
Is she evil? Does she truly mean to cause pain?
There are fish in the stream beds who can’t even swim,
and the ducks and the turtles know the prospects look dim.
Do you think we could coerce our cloud to perspire
and rain buckets of water to put out the fire?
What if we tickled her – would that cause rain to fall?
And bring forth a rainstorm, a deluge, a squall?
But perhaps we should hire a friendlier cloud,
One that provides us with water – for crying out loud!