The rain falls like bullets
It splits our home
And pierces the tenderness
Of our hearts
...
Beads of water freed
From the clutches of the clouds
A mystery song.
...
Rains shoot the parched field
And penetrate like bullets
A great gift to plants.
...
The rhythmic patter
Of rain on the metal roof
Comforts the spirit.
Its tinkling is an echo
...