Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Ambrosia

It was a time I'd never seen.

My land was hard and dry from drought.

There was no growing of crops green.

Farm bankruptcy did loom no doubt.

I had no need for money, and

The banker did agree with me.

No rain to buy to save my land.

All would be well when rain would be.

I did pray and did curse a lot,

As each next day just came and went,

Bringing forth each night dry and hot.

But then I felt drops, heaven sent.

Money saved not the land I love.

Ambrosia rained from skies above.