Hello dear reader
Yesterday was raining and it was active for several hours, so after my obsession and relating to the natural situation, the poem came to me. Now, I feel like sharing it with you.
At that moment when it is raining
Clay sand appears to be irritating
Little children jumps out playing
And adults sit by under a roof watching
At that moment when it's raining
Soft sands shout pleading for rescue
While struggling from erosion washing
Crying from a forceful journey of no menu
When it is rain, appreciate God
Though, over it we have no control
It's a divine settings that knows no odd
It bust the cloud and bless the soul