By Christian Odinaka(the potters)

I don’t know my fate
yet I Know this rain
will come and rain again

If sun sets at dawn
& mood falls at dusk
will you come again ?

Via the other day
you wished our sins and tearful pains. Why not do it another day?

Our hearts are filthy
Our voices are weary
Oh rain don’t heed to us weeping!

Come rain, call sun
Come and wish a deadly soul
& the sick that keeps us far.

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