Elementals

The old women have a ritual for this place:
They go to the well and yell into it
until a breeze blows up.

They will tell you that a woman
years ago
yelled up a gale, houses were
flattened
and men were carried off
in the winds.

When seeds flew
into the famined fields,
two women shouted into the well
and rain came.

The well is older than the town.
It gives no water.