the rain drains our pain.

Like birds of the air that flys high,

like twigs that dance to the rhythm of the whirlwind,

life is a mystery of it's kind

an echo; oft° uncontrolled, to which we can only sigh. 

We cry and wipe the tears,

like drizzles from a light cloud-

that wets the dust only to be dried out aloud,

alike, the whistling wind will pass with our fears.

So, cherish solitude under the fecund moon,

listen to the echo of the glowing stars

they unite us in love and erase our scars,

to redeem our souls and relight our spirits soon.

Again; when the dark cloud gathers, stand in the rain,

it cleans the salty tears and drains away our pain.

©Bunguswa Brian ™