Whene’er it starts to rain
Thoughts in me start to run,
Reflecting in my brain
Why ever I was born.
Whene’er it starts to rain
I become full of grief,
My spirit stirs in pain
That earth-life is so brief.
Whene’er it starts to rain
I feel so down and sad,
Wondering if it’s in vain
I live this life I had.
Whene’er it starts to rain
I think of all the Laws
The Creator did ordain
To save us all from loss.
Whene’er it starts to rain
I think of how He cares,
And least but do complain
That life is full of fears.
- Victor Emmanuel Uwah, Poems From Without, 1997
