When it rains, we have no control.
We can't tell it when to start,
we can't tell it when to stop.
We can't tell it to rain a little,
we can't tell it to rain a lot.
When we give our freedom to someone else
so they can govern us,
we have no control.
We can't tell them when to start,
we can't tell them when to stop.
We can't tell them to govern a little,
we can't tell them to govern a lot.
If it rains a little,
we squint our eyes and hurry along,
putting up with the inconvenience
so that the flowers will grow.
If they govern a lot,
we have to hold fast or hide
so as not to be washed away
by the downpour that cares little
about who or what
gets in its way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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