Pray the Rain
    Footnotes

    “Pray the Rain,” New Era, Aug. 1990, 31

    Pray the Rain

    Pray the rain down Seth

    Don’t chase black winged crows

    From the dry fields

    Or brush rats through

    The same empty ditches

    Pray the rain down Seth

    Don’t fight with the grass fires

    And strain at the smoke

    Your stinging tears

    Won’t water the scorched earth

    Pray the rain down Seth

    None of our shovelings or

    Cursings or shouts

    Will turn the course of the clouds

    In the acid blue noon sky

    Pray the rain down Seth

    Melt your rigid knees

    Incline your sweaty brow

    Until your eyes grow moist

    And your faith yields dew