Lamaro
Dear God,
Is rain proof that Angels pee,
Or your tears are what i see?
When every drop, bangs the ground
Shaking all possible living things out of living,
When the earth is being washed clean and all we are left to see are graves wide open and seen.
If there’s someone out there you have given the blessing of being a “Noah”
Please, kindly, I beg of you,
Instruct him to keep the ark doors open for me,
I don’t mind bringing a plus one, or two,
Or the landlord’s cat, it knows how to swim,
And if it’s any information,
Tell Noah i’ll float on my unpaid bills,
To get to the ark in case the flood finds me borrowing transport to get to it.
If the rain is as much meant to make me feel your fury,
I have felt it in more ways than showers from the sky can express,
But I have also felt comforted by the wholesome sound of
A drop and a drop and a drop,
Then a shower and a shower and a shower.
Ripping into my roof top and reminding me that my rent is due,
Life is short and all I can do is embrace myself and smile,
Because this world is definitely not my home,
And for every droplet of rain I hear,
I’m glad to be reminded
That Angels pee too,
Maybe in arcs or straight down.
I wonder if they sigh, relieved like
Humans do?
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