O’ might Earthshaker, son of Cronus,
Why must you release such unpredictable storms upon us?
One minute the bright luminous rays of the sun is visible
the next, depressing pitter-patters are heard.
Was the splendid sacrifices not enough
to please the mighty god, poseidon?
Was the product of my sweat and tears
Not good enough for one such as yourself?
Tell me, Poseidon, son of Cronus.
Why bring such misfortune?


shush, I’m high on mythology.