Rain Poem by Peace Ogosime

'O rain, ' will thou ever stop falling,
we cry you stop, but your tears is much.
Your tears is much and this is my fear.
you fall like death, make us all fall in despair.

The rain is coming, making our flag waving.
The rain is coming, making lovers Clutch.
The rain is coming, this is not a tears.
The rain is coming, but we aren't prepared.

'O rain, 'we beg, give us this day.
Stop crying like this is your birthday.
In you, rain itself and Your name we beseech.
'O heaven' listen, listen to our besiege.

'This rain, has made children shout,
and all in d world have said it,
'rain rain go away, ' they use their mouth.
But tell me if rain is what we eat.

This is what we see, what we've heard.
'The rain begins when water the touches us,
but now, now in this earth the water we touch.
And now we can't even knee to crop.