you did rain honey
and gold and silver
and later acid.
you were thunderclouds
with lightning disaster
but it doesn't really matter.

we've been in a drought
for six years.
long enough where father
has up and left the farm
stopped checking the almanac for when
it'll rain honey.
it never rains.

you did rain honey
but now you scarcely exist
i question: god, why have you left us?

i am leaving my notes
my offerings to you
at the front of the village gates
building shrines for you.

you scarcely exist.
are you god or my lover?