Voices of the Rain

Above the corrugated iron roofs of our house With no ceiling underneath I hear as The rain softly murmurs with its many voices As if they come from a distant crowd These voices remind me of the dead And the future they have left behind As the murmur seems to grow into silence I walk towards the doorway and stand there for a while And watch as the rain dances on the ground And wonder if the dead have ears to hear its many voices And wonder if it reminds them too Of the future they have left behind And if they ever dream of coming back to life To show us how the future should be lived But the rainbow at the end of the rain Tells me that the future is not for the dead But for us the living to inherit And when our time in this world has passed We shall leave it behind too For the living of that time to inherit