Rain

RAIN

Oh I hear
The clouds are
In child birth...

Their cry is loud
As thunder
Their suffering
Is bolts of lightning...

The mother clouds
All gather in
The sky
They crowd about
The sun
For comfort
As now, is their time!

The birth giving
Is glorious
And a needed respite
To us on the
Ground...

How evil
We are...
Use we do the new borns
To quench our thirst
And water our field
Of grain...

What an evil people
We are...
Forgive us
Mother rain
For murdering
Your rain drops
Your little ones
Whom you
Birthed...

But we need the water
The little drops
Make our rivers flow
Our food grow
Our thirst die.

The rain drops
Make us, in relief
Sigh...!

       FREDERIKA MENEZES