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WALKING TO THE RAIN

It is raining

But I am not seeing

I know you’re seeing

But choose to let time do the telling

Like a real gentleman, you choose modesty to boasting

It is raining

But I am not seeing

I know you’re seeing

But choose to let time do the telling

Like a real gentleman, you choose modesty to boasting

Another day, another month, I keep going

Getting closer and closer to your blessing

I know that now, so I’m advancing.

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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Here is a poem by EDWARD THOMAS one of my favourites. I hope you like it

Rain

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying tonight or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.
Source: The Longman Anthology of Poetry (Pearson, 2006)

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