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. |
