Rain

Everytime it rains,

I feel a part of me is refreshed yet I wonder who gains..

Is the crop feeling happy at drops from above,

Or the daily wage earner cosying up in his small little hut?

 

I wonder everytime it rains,

If we are washed of our pains..

 

I wonder everytime it rains,

If I feel more alive or lost,

Lost in a world of memories

Or find myself awake to nature and her sensibilities….

 

 

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