By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I love to go out when it’s raining
All alone, my clothes off
And then sing and run in the rain
With hail dropping on me like live bullets.
I’m not a tramp, neither am I any wild goose man
I’m just a little boy crazy about melted ice water
Falling rain makes me feel his strong presence
And I feel British winter is on its way back.