Thunder tease,
don’t you know you’re supposed to bring ease,
appease the parched foliage,
force the clouds to release?
I realize now it’s merely a game
the same thing every day
but this lack of rain is a shame.
Don’t you know it’s rainy season?
that reason should be enough
for Zeus may try you for treason.
My pulse races at each clash,
a rash upbeat hope for the quench
yet you bring nothing, not even a dash.
I watch your gloomy hosts saunter by,
sky high, they ebb and flow
the rolling clouds and their echoing cry.
But thunder tease, osadandaula iwe,
pray the witch doctors will,
for I know you will deliver one day.
