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| To Stop Rain From Falling |
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| If the rain has beaten down Seven days without the sun, While an ever-blowing wind Bends the flowers to the ground, And the trodden grasses turn to mud, The sodden gardens to a flood, You must go and stand alone On a height of barren stone; Take with you an empty sack Hold it open then and speak: Water, rain, And flooded sky, Let the weeping Earth be dry; Wind be silent, Black cloud break- Now into my sack For Earth's sweet sake! Let it billow, full and wide, Close it up with air inside; Tie it tight with purple, red, Green, blue, and yellow thread; Bury it in a garden bed- The sun shall bloom; the storm lie dead. |
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