When the rains come
The land smiles
The farmer’s feet clicks towards the farm
And the hole breaks the bricks and clicks for miles
Children dance and play
When the rains come
They wish it should stay
For to them it’s awesome
The bare land has no say
When the rains come
For they get into the shoes on a prey
When the rains declare harm
Come rain, good rain!
The plants call
For in its presence their health sustain
As it bakes their food and makes them grow
When the rains come
Most feel happy
When the rains come
Only a few hearts feel dumpy.
Walani Ndhlovu
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