It never rains but pours is the song we sing in summer for rivers and valleys in mother creation can't swallow all that comes.
They came and found us seated, sharing a slice of brown bread. We were used, we are used and never cry for what was not there.
They promised each a loaf a day, but suddenly before ran away with the single slice we shared. I never trusted from the day first.
Today, I face them with no fear. I need no loaves nor halve of it. All I need is my slice that we shared. Until then, it will continue pouring. |