THE RAINMAKERS
written by: Steven Fortune
Where the rainmakers hail from is hidden
albeit through no design of mystery’s silk curtain
or repression from the institutions high
on iron lungs of self-fulfilling prophecy
The birthplace of the rainmakers is a monotone
proclamation multilingual on mass-produced sheets
but common knowledge aggravates the common human
We need to die to be engaged
and the rain is a ready bridesmaid
with her falling and her rising and her falling
in the perpetuity of science’s rationale-roofed dome
Snow and sun disclose no climatic confessions
They are stoic, silent, abstract against the canvas of emotion
In our longing to accept a raindrop’s surface
as a cleansing agent, we overlook the vital scrub
administered beneath the hubris of a shower’s audibility
If you seek in water what you seek in humans
you may trigger a rebellion of reliability in the former
A shower’s affability can override the sunniest day
so long as the rainmakers cling to bliss in anonymity
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