When It Rains Sin Poem by Ima Ryma

When rains a sin upon my head,
I feel that heaven's testing me
For judgement day when I am dead,
Really tricky heaven does be.
Most often I know it's a sin
That has upon my head just dropped.
Whether or not to let it in
My head, I have some time to opt.
But sometimes that sin drops so fast,
It catches me quite by surprise.
Into my head the sin has passed,
And I'm a sinner none too wise.

So when it rains, I need beware
Those sins are dropping everywhere.