Stock by the rain drops
Stock by thunder roar
Hiding like a visitor in the neighbor's compound
When will this rain stop?
When will the lazy rain give ways?
When will I get to work?
Hey lazy rain I know it your time
To bless the earth and plant
I know it your time to shower blessings on us like prayer
But you have to give way for a moment so I can get to the office
I have no other means of income
Even corona virus have set the earth on fire
The government have us lock up like rats
In a cage without food or water
My people her hungry and sad
I am tired of sitting idle I am tired of waiting for you to stop
I am waiting for you lazy rain
Because duty calls and I have to answer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the rain is a fine objective co-relative to convey your messgae