Rainmaker
︎︎︎ Chloé Happe
︎ July 9, 2025
Rainmaker Rainmaker
Rain on my parade
Take me up the hill to your labyrinth
Grab my hand and lead me to the center
We’re stumbling over misplaced stones
Tripping and catching ourselves on top of each other
We’re falling down onto the muddied grass
And you’ll wash the dirt off my knees
Rainmaker Rainmaker
Take me to your bed and lie me down
Underneath the pine ceiling and incense smoke
Sit on top of me and reach inside my chest cavity
Pull out all the clumps of dirt bloodied and coagulated
Cast your rain down upon my limp body and wash me all away
Your acid rain disintegrating me — formlessness
Rainmaker Rainmaker
Take me to the compartment underneath your floorboards
Below the pine concealing weapons of mass destruction
Reach your finger into the barrel holding a matchbook
Light one to my hair and watch me slowly consumed
Do your rain dance and let the Pine Spirits put me out
Rainmaker Rainmaker
Take me to your Rose bush out back
Past the coyote fence and into the Terra Nullius
Whisper incantations into the dust as I watch the thorns fall away
Thorns fall away onto the ground under my bare feet
I’ll walk across the arroyo away from you pierced and mangled
Rainmaker Rainmaker
Your rain can’t wash the thorns away
Rain on my parade
Take me up the hill to your labyrinth
Grab my hand and lead me to the center
We’re stumbling over misplaced stones
Tripping and catching ourselves on top of each other
We’re falling down onto the muddied grass
And you’ll wash the dirt off my knees
Rainmaker Rainmaker
Take me to your bed and lie me down
Underneath the pine ceiling and incense smoke
Sit on top of me and reach inside my chest cavity
Pull out all the clumps of dirt bloodied and coagulated
Cast your rain down upon my limp body and wash me all away
Your acid rain disintegrating me — formlessness
Rainmaker Rainmaker
Take me to the compartment underneath your floorboards
Below the pine concealing weapons of mass destruction
Reach your finger into the barrel holding a matchbook
Light one to my hair and watch me slowly consumed
Do your rain dance and let the Pine Spirits put me out
Rainmaker Rainmaker
Take me to your Rose bush out back
Past the coyote fence and into the Terra Nullius
Whisper incantations into the dust as I watch the thorns fall away
Thorns fall away onto the ground under my bare feet
I’ll walk across the arroyo away from you pierced and mangled
Rainmaker Rainmaker
Your rain can’t wash the thorns away
Chloé Happe is a beatnik desert poet warrior contemplative writer mystic internet jihadist. You can find her on X at @bronzeageshawty.