Keeper Of The Rain

It is not for me little girl
The wind brings the rain;
It is not for me little bird
The sun warms the grain;
It is not for me little bull
The whistle of the train;
It is not for me little ant
The nectar of the plain
It is not for me little one
The moons of Saturn wane.

It is but a gift for you
From the keeper of the rain.


Copyright Baru Gobira 2006

(April 2006 Delaware)

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Baru Gobira 15 April 2006

I am glad it gave you a moment of pleasure and thank you for the encouraging words.--Baru Gobira

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John Libertus 12 April 2006

Nice. Very evocative title/refrain.

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Graham Jones 12 April 2006

well written with a haunting quality about it well done.

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