It is that season again,
For this reason I know,
The dust is all gone,
The first drops of the short rains,
Wiping away our tears and fears
Brought forth by the merciless drought,
Merciless that it spared not even the innocent,
Young and old, human and unhuman, haves and have not’s,
The rain spared none,
In its wake,
We all were left dying of hunger,
Thirsting for both water and better,
Sneezing from the dust induced cough,
Mending the soles and souls of our shoes hearts,
And carrying our tears and fears to oceans beyond,
Fare on rainy rain and drain the dusty coffers of our souls.
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