It Rains To Wash

It rains again
Though, it rains awful,
For 24 hours plus it rains,
No break like an acoustic teacher!

It rains again
But now in a period,
When people a in blank,
In a situation of pity.

It rains again
With tears in our eyes,
Our Children cry for survival,
And parents week for lost!

It rains again,
To wash the blood of our burned souls,
To heal our people’s wound,
As condolences and wishes to all!

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Abdulkadir Abdulrahim

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I was born on 25 July, 1993 in Potiskum, Yobe, Nigeria. I am studying ELT at Cukurova University,Turkey.
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