Night might have been here too soon
and all heads, rested on varied beds, smart or loon
am awakened by this dropp drop
like a kangaroo moves by hop hop
slowly, at first
and then like rhythm in songs at church
church! oh yes, yes church
where we ought be, this being first
and we have Him to praise
that falls the rains
to quench the thirst of these sands
having had to endure these months
I'll least talk of gloss for the lips
that even as gross, doesn't seem to stick
now that the rains is here
it is with so much joy that we cheer
as the dropp drop
down in tick tock
our hopes and aspiration are again, living
thus as every beginning ends, so is every end a new beginning
the rains usher in the year, proper
as all emotions it doth usher.
the first rains...
.....OTADEE.....
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