Sing In the Rain

Dear Rain The natural studio I have often visited In the late June July August visit A good singer I am still not yet But I am toned on whenever you visit Wet my voice again tonight Come gently again this eventide Dear rain Not the thunder storm like rain The one that leaves me brainstorming About the possible earth ending With lightening so terrifying And flooding that wrecks my aboding Rendering me naked before my folks Making me feel like I am in dirge Dear rain The teacher that is not seen Voice trainer in disguise Every drops and sounds you made Produces tones unfathomably great Singing along with every hits on the roof I am mused with the way you play your tones Come gently again this eventide Dear rain Every lyrics are well orchestrated Humming and shouting alike No listeners across the walls To the temple of my heart I sing Gently in this natural studio I am singing again tonight With every drops of the rain My beats are produced again © John Chinaka Onyeche