A Stranger In The Rain Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

A stranger is walking in the rain
Spattering and splashing through puddles of love
There's a stranger in the rain
Playing an old grand piano
Whose tunes reverberate throughout the dark rain laden clouds
With love ripples reaching to the far corners of depraved hearts
A stranger walks in the rain
With a sincere call to conscience: a solemn call to self-reflection and introspection
There're drizzles of joy all around his demeanor
The emotional wetness our generation seeks
There's a stranger in the rain
With a lightning call to morality, that illuminates the dark skies
There's a stranger out in the rain
No manner of identity ideology can keep him warm and dry
He is all alone in the downpour of sorrow and despair
As he watches humanness going extinct
There's a stranger in the rain
With a clarion call to repentance and prayer
19 August 2022