The Rain
I rain like a mad,
without mind at all,
whether it's light,
or it's dark.
I don't have time,
i just come as i need,
day and night.
Oh, what iam?!
I move far away,
miles and miles,
but i don't have legs,
to walk and run.
When i reach on the ground,
the plants looks fresh,
the pigs and ducks,
enjoy the world's joy,
because of me.
Copyright © Sekitto Kisakye | Year Posted 2007
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