The Rainmaker

The weather plots his journey Town to town in dead of night Fields dead and on a gurney He comes in to make it right A rainmaker, people call him A psuedo-scammer others say He sells himself as godlike He comes quick and does not stay He tells people what they wish for He beats the storm in to their town He seeds their minds with his tall stories He promises more green than brown Like an evangelistic angel He beats the weather to the ground He's a salesman like no other He picks their pockets with no sound A rainmaker, just a scammer He works the towns where nothing lives He is an alchemist non-gratta He always takes and never gives He sells snake oil and concoctions He is a shaman in disguise He promises rain where none has fallen There is more moisture in the farmers eyes He takes credit for a rainfall He promises gold where once was straw He's a rumplestiltskin with their feelings He sells them only what they wish they saw He may believe in what he tells them He always puts his name out on a stake But, can he truly make the skies open That is a choice the desperate make