Patters now a pour
Swoosh by swoosh the rain commences and gently
And gradually they allow themselves to fall
From the heavens
From whence cometh thou
O sweet rain
Babies, wrapped in swaddling bands of peace, twitch their lips
And rejoice when you arrive
The peasant farmer smiles and knows the good harvest is ahead
But for ‘tis a menace bitter sweet
Ringing of disaster here and there, neigh and farther
Beautiful dangerous rain
Thus awesome and mystical
Feelings of warmth yearned for and loved ones sought for
Thou hast fostered unity in the eyes of men to keep danger at bay
But at last when the deed is done
Grasses made green
Laterite now soft makes man a happy generation
A purified earth crowned in splendour
Thank you thou o beautiful rain
Gratuity is yours…