Clouds are seeded with silver iodide
And dry ice to make it rain.
I have no silver iodide, Lord,
To move the clouds over my life.
I cannot change my heart
And make it more loving.
I cannot baptise my imagination into creativity.
I cannot force story ideas.
I cannot write so to speak to people.
That is a gift you give.
I cannot make myself love foods that bless my body
Or love the movement that does so.
I cannot change my heart
and make myself love you more.
But you can do all these things.
So please do.
Seed the clouds over my life
By your power which created the universe.
Make it rain.
Thank you.