WHEN THE RAIN COMES DOWN

When the rains come down 

To confront the rogue sun

Moistening the dry earth

To heal its cracked skin

When the torrents descend

Upon our mudded huts

To paste a smile on our hearts

To retain its humane decency

When the showers fall

Washing away the pain

To erode and to cleanse

The peasant and his worry

When the floodgates of heaven open

Hard upon a robber’s den

To stifle their tete-a-tete

Creating a Babylon in them

When the blue curtain is drawn

Roaring like the great of London

On the high and mighty

Draining their coffers to the bone

When the hailstorms roar alive

Down on my people

To re-awaken the pasturelands

To revive its diminishing glory

When the hands of thunder clap

On the white mountains

Merging with the brown rivers

To regain their silvery luster

When the rainbow becomes our guest

To bring with it equity

Love and tranquility

For all