A king priest.

THE RAIN

 Seated on my Chair, I feel the air
 Amidst the crowd, I speak to the cloud
  fill us with your weeping and dry our panting
 Children rejoice in your groaning and the aged a refreshing
 The toiler is at ease and the eater eats
 Your droppings Calls our goggling and your silence is our dryness
 so did he yesterday and brought dismay
did the crowd speak to the cloud
I am not the only one that despise you
Prove yourself and make a boo.