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Africa, Poetry and Love

Rain drops on the Glass

I love the sound of rain when it hit my windows
When multitude of rain drops descend from the sky,

Splattering, crushing the Earth’s crust, moulding her clay,

Throwing up sweet scents, one unaccustomed to man

The beats create a regular rhythm that may turn to a song,

Caressing window panes, pushing mild airs upon them,

When rain fall on glasses droplets merge into balls,

Which silently rush off in joyful ecstasy and haste