It was dry. The ground was thirsty. We were all a bit thirsty. Choc-Ola would not do. Neither would Mountain Dew. Milk was nice. Wine was fun. Vodka made you more thirsty. Water was the answer.

We sought a leader who had the answers to life’s persistent questions. Someone who could quench our thirst. A person who understood from the Gut how the world works. No Training is good, we said. Please review the mess the trained team has created. We are in a desert seeking an Oasis. Rich people have many jugs of water. It must be raining at their mansions. What about a rich leader who has the common touch? How different that would be. A leader who talks our language, who speaks our thoughts like he is reading our minds. A leader who came down from his throne to mix with we common people. A leader who was born for such a time.

Rain fell in buckets, sheets of waterfalls. It seemed good; it looked good for a moment. Everyone gathered their rain barrels. Ace Hardware and Lowes sold out of buckets. Many gathered the rain in tarps made to look like the American Flag. Songs were composed and sung about the leader who brought the rain. Soon his face and name were everywhere. Under his visage, the words, The Rainmaker.’ The rain kept falling. Roads flooded. Dams burst. Travel halted. Most did not own boats or have the money to fill their fuel tanks.

‘Listen to me and only me; I have the answers like no other,’ the Leader proclaimed. ‘The rain is going to stop very soon, everybody says so,’ the Leader continued. ‘In the morning it will be sunny and clear without a cloud in the sky, the Leader promised. ‘My Gut told me so,’ the Leader danced on one foot and then the other. ‘I have a wonderful brain. I went to the best schools. I understand the weather; I understand Rain,’ the Leader laughed.