Rain

Rain prose poem

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The Managing Director of tears
How are you today?
I want to ask you this question
And I’ll like you to give me an answer
Don’t you have other jobs apart from crying?
Why do you like to cry anytime you see me going to my love?
I could remember the day
I dressed up in my tailored suit
Ironed neatly with my tie well knotted
It was you who bathed me with the tears of your eyes
You made my suit and my neatly ironed tie wet
If you think you can be stopping me from seeing my love
You are totally wrong
‘cos this love of mine cannot be stopped by anything
In case you don’t know
I have asked Mr Forecaster to tell me the actual time you usually cry
He told me that you have some people who cry for you to cry
They cry because they want you to wet their land with the water from your eyes
So that they can have something to harvest at the end of the year
I don’t know your tears are so valuable to the earth
But I know it is you that usually tells the stubborn sun to withdraw
Please I beg you,
I am going out now to meet my love
Wait for me to go and come back to abode
Before you shed your tears on the ground
Mr Rain, I would appreciate it if you could consider my request.

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