Rain will Fall

I heard the trumpet, the crier has come;

Alas some tiding, hear his call;

Amidst the clouds and batá drum,

Be not weary (he says), the rain will fall;

With her fresh airs, that give a sensual hum,

Gather around, your little ones, old and all,

She will wash away the dustiness, covid and glum,

Hasten your steps, deliberately it will pour.

(c) gafar - Rain will Fall