When the rain fell for fourteen days
The yellow peaches did get ripe
While streams washed like rivers
And sheep and even cattle drowned,

The dust roads became muddy
While the rain poured down
As if without end.

And on a particular day
The sun shone while it was raining
With the pouring drops
Shining bright like diamonds

But the farmers were trapped on their farms
By streams that crossed roads,
That where flowing strong like rivers
And where they were praying constantly for rain
They started to beg the Lord
For the rain to end..

Gert Strydom

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