This rain leaves me listless,
Completely speechless!
It neither wets nor cools me.
It drains and scorches.
And I can’t but wonder:
How did it all begin?
If by my weavings
In thoughts, words and deeds,
I have incurred this wrath
That this rain now falls on me,
Set me free!
Teach me to weave again.
This time,
Just as the Master bids me!
Written by: Miranda Ogboru
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson