The gentle breeze blows
Not with might, nor force
Just a message to pass across
In a language which everyone knows
The cloud moves across the sky
Gently, slowly all along
As the pigeon sings its song
Again and again as if to cry
A deafening sound now and then
‘tis of thunder I have no doubt
Bus passengers rush in and out
As nervous mothers call out to their children
At last the rain has come
And everyone will be glad I thought
That was a mistake of some sort;
For the rain is a distress to some
As drizzle turns torrent in a twinkle
And the morning after - a different story
The collapse of a store and a two-storey
Gardens flooded; road turned pool
And in their faces you could see the pain
Fear and sadness flooding the heart
But there’s one thing we all agreed about
It is raining again!