Our Dear Brother The Rains Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Our dear brother the rains we welcome you back.
Your made your scene without committing a sin when you showered us with the blessings.
I know we go soaked but you gave us a reason to always freshen ourselves with a bath to remove the tattoos formed as a result of dirty on our bodies in our native tongue we call them `Madindilizi`
Our dear brother, the rains, your stay we appreciate for you are not like your cousin dust which just comes to dirt-en our homes.
You are not like the dollar where everyone is saying Dollor yakwela, naenda kwatu ku Ndola, Bambuya baniitana ati Kobola ndaba Dollar ichaisa ka Bola monga baja bosecha Mu Chola`
You are not like the economic crunch that plays cards with our lives.
Your presence gives us water for bathing, powers our power stations, provides us with food.
So stay with us, your presence is highly needed