Sometimes when it rains
I imagine how it's like to
live in the streets with
no roof under which to hide
Sometimes when it rains
I see myself in the shower
feeling the raindrops in my body
until I become wet
Sometimes when it rains
I wonder how the world
would be without the rain
What would we use to
wash, drink, and so forth?
Sometimes when it rains
I imagine myself living in the desert.
There, I would get to use water sparingly -
whenever I could get it -
and then I realize that water is precious
-Abongile Gogo
Very thoughtful writing, Abongile. You are so connected to the earth and other people in this poem, and you bring your reader with you in considering both. Thank you for this gift you've shared.
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