Mercy

Villagers gathered ,
With their hands cupped .
They stood out in the field ,
Anticipating the ritual to start .

They spoke in different tongues ,
As they chanted their runes .
Watching the evening sun ,
Chasing hot afternoons .

Now the time is ripe ,
And the people obligedp .
The temple priest's callings ,
As they break the heaven dike .

Merciful rain showered ,
Upon this once arable land .
Blissful pourings from heaven ,
Fell into the villager's hands .