The Rain

I have seen bucket drowned in the rain

And a gently crafted sailing canoe paperlike

Unknown bodies shivered in cold pain

Shops, cars, and houses alike

It pours on many and rusty roofs

Thunderstorm flashes through closed gates

Those who are gone too soon

Maybe this time, it's raining for their gain

They say the rain is a blessing

That the end of drought has come

If only it didn't come with many messes

We would have rolled out drums

 Come rain, come shine

We know everything will be fine

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