THE MESSAGE OF THE RAIN

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.

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