Farmer Sues Raincloud for Trespassing Again

Old Farmer Nate from Ol’ Lampasas,
Filed suit against them skybound masses.
“That cloud,” he yelled, “ain’t got no right,
To weep on beans at dead of night!”
He strode to court in muddy boots,
With thunder rolling in disputes.
“I got my land by deed and fence,
That drizzle was without consent!”
The judge, bemused, just took it in,
While lightning scratched Nate’s copper chin.
“That rain ain’t local, ain’t from here–
It wandered in from Belvedere!”
The jury, half asleep, half soaked,
Heard how his cucumbers had croaked.
A lawyer argued, “Clouds don’t pay–
They just drip-drip and float away.”
“Objection!” Nate called, “That’s the scam!
They’re freeloaders, like Congress, ma’am!”
The judge declared a hung-up trial–
Then got struck wet in courtroom aisle.
Now farmers joke in every town,
“Don’t sneeze near Nate, he’ll sue a cloud down!”
And every drizzle that dares to fall
Checks land rights first, or not at all.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on February 9, 2026 by Alan Nafzger