Walking in the rain

On a mid February fortnight, Blinks of lightening follow thunder with might Wind blows my clothes violently Hailstones fall on my head rain Rain droplets flow from his hair to grain Wetting the red shirt down to the elbows To the palm wheavily Children in rain happily jump up and down Love birds walk gently unbothered Like its dawn With the gentleman carrying the umbrella People in shelters pity I,...look that fella Deeply in thought walking underith dripping red roses I hold tight And why should I walk under rain No one to see me cry in pain! - Timothy Kyaligonza.