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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This is the story of the rainmaker who came to our town. Promising he would make it rain as everybody gathered round. For the price of two hundred dollars you’ll see rain this very night. For two hundred dollars the price was quite right. They met his price and he started his dance. Without a cloud in the sky what was the chance. He beat on his drum and he pranced all about. Raising his hands to the heavens and often he’d shout. He beat his drum louder and more often he’d shout. The sky was so clear and the spectators had doubt. Then all of a sudden from out of the blue. Lightning struck down and he said that was just for you. Well he pranced and he danced and he turned all around. He said look to the skies there’s clouds to be found. Where did they come from a few minutes ago there was nothing there. It feels so heavy such a strange feeling to this air. The day had turned dark the clouds were so black. A bolt of lightning just spoke with a horrible crack. We all started to run as the rain fell all about. Except for the rainmaker he just continued to shout. Well he was soaked to the bone but he just wouldn’t quit. Like he was in a trance or having a fit. We all hollered and hollered don’t be a fool. But he kept on dancing and shaking that metal rainmaking tool. Then lightning struck him and he lit up the dark. And where he stood was only a pile of ashes and a small burnt mark. That was the story I remember as a boy of long ago. The story of the rainmaker and his traveling show.
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