A Freefall Episode

Dry as desert summer

is the the earth asunder

and under such a spell

does much of hunger dwell

And we all wonder why

the sun just wants to fry

the crops and stops the rivers run

so hot we've got to shiver some

some do hum the days away

heads hung low to pout

they sing of woe in jaded sways

and dread that hungry drought

"I must do something" is what i say,

"To bring the rain," i shout

loud and clear, for all to hear

big and small, far an near

Stout and stoic, my mouth proclaimed

"I, Freefall from the land of Jreems,

will travel up to the land of Clouds

and bring back down the Rains!"

Now I know this sounds insane-

meet the clouds? without a plane?

"You see we live in the land of Jreems

where possible is anything!"

Anything?"- "Yes thats what I said,

Now to the clouds i must head

this ground around i must leave

and all i need is to believe..."

Believe, Believe, yes indeed

if only the rest would bless my deed

"They will see," I say, "full of will

when i return, my word fulfilled."

So I journey forth to the mountain tops 

once im there i will bound and hop

up and up to the nearest cloud

there i shall sing my request aloud

Once I do, I hope to meet

some humble folk who do not speak

instead they sculpt a piece of cloud

into glyphs and signs, with ease and style

peaceful smiles are quick welcome

these are the folk i ask help from

they smell of fun, but i cant digress

for my whole realm is in distress

One of these folks, Al's his name

told me to sit down and explain

"My people down on the earthly plane,

sulk, and mope, and complain,

for they have nothing to sustain

and all the kids have stomach pains,

they scream, they cry, so dry in grains

they wish for the clouds to supply the rain."

"My oh my," Al signed to me

"So damn dry are the times that be,

to help i would give my very soul

but this dilemna i cant control..."

"Why oh why," my dear friend Al,

I thought the rain came from the clouds,

"I Apologize, but this is wrong,

we only gather rain to run our farms"

"For Water rises up to us,

but down to yall it falls,

we give yall some when there is enuff

but now we have none at all

"Out of clouds we shall not pass,

but there is a man of lore

whom you could ask,

He lives beyond the shores

of earthly grasp

beneathe the waves 

he lives to splash-"

Al the Cloud took me down

down right above a

flowing sound

he blessed my 

quest below

the ground, and in jest

he confessed his growing 

frounge, "go now

down beneathe the tides

where nothing inside

 will keep dry

follow the Mera

the ocean's daughters,

to the city of Clera

below the waters

there they will know

the cause of the spell

particularly one by the 

name of Shell

Hopefully she can make this well

and fill the well,

before the land is ill with hell."

Beware though brother, 

of the Naga,

if you get caught, 

they'll end your saga..."