When it rains

Okechukwu Iroegbu

We are baked in the sun

While waiting for the rain,

But now she remembered us

The cloud has been moody

and we knew she must surely cry

now she wept, throwing rain water

All over the little hamlet

Now I claim the first drop

And you claim the next drop

Oh look up and see the rains come

see the multitude as they descend

The sweet romance of this rain

wash off the stress and pain

of the days work and labor

and when it rains in Africa

After a long drought

we dance and celebrate


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