Voices of the rain

Written by: Pt. Bojosi Ditshwele

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