Let It Rain
Oh Heaven,
We call on thee
With voices beaten by the unrepentant soldiers of hotness!
We call with our hands
Clasped tightly
In pleas for the comfort
That dwells only in your tears!
Heaven!
Heed our supplication,
We pray thee,
And topple this endless reign
Of the tyrannical dryness
Let it rain
Let it rain
The land longs for the touch of your soothing hands
The field craves for its greenest
The birds want to ride upon the back of hot-less wind
Let it rain.
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Copyright © Ijalana Afolabi | Year Posted 2016
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