Father Out Of Time And Other Stories

SIFIYAPEHUMA

LADY OF THE RAIN

Lady of the rain
Namaksin
in the dirt, carries large
umbra.

She is walking in the rain,
through storm and the sun
trotting long.
The pathless
Voyage
she walks and rests long.
In the dirt, carries large
umbra.

Rain stops.
With rosed braid
skirt ripples in the wind.
In her clogs she aches with all her pain
wincing.

Rain starts,
and finally stops.

If one could
offer a
home for the needy,
may the
drops stop.

And never return.

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