First Night
Rain, rain in Africa
falling softly, splish, splash on Africa.
The tin roof makes music,
tick, tock music in Africa.
I am alone in a small home during the rain in Africa.
My first time hearing the rain in Africa.
Wash away the dust and grime,
wash away the poor and depressed,
wash away my heartache in Africa.
May the food grow and love blossom in Africa.
Someday I will understand the rain in Africa.
Someday I will understand what it grows in Africa.
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