I sit on my veranda, the home of my childhood
And listen as the rain pours down beautifully drumming on the roof tops
Gathering from each compound and joining the flow on the sandy street
The street of my childhood
The water is brownish and grey and it moves to lands unknown
Little children run and jump happily in the rain
Just like I did in my childhood
But alas, I can only hide in my veranda and smile
Thinking of my childhood so many years ago.
