The beauty of the water that falls from the skies will be a mystery that we all relish, especially now living in the desert sands of Riyadh...
comes pouring
down upon the roof,
rapping like hip-hop music
mingled with the background of
flowing water running through the
yard, making multitudes of drains along;
while we fold paper boats and send them sailing,
soaking in the beauty of a cold wet morning outside,
while Mum screams out to everyone to get inside the house
and dry up before she yells for Grandpa and brings the roof down.
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 2007
Poetry by Fazli Sameer
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Written on 2009-11-18 at 08:26
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Rain
The raincomes pouring
down upon the roof,
rapping like hip-hop music
mingled with the background of
flowing water running through the
yard, making multitudes of drains along;
while we fold paper boats and send them sailing,
soaking in the beauty of a cold wet morning outside,
while Mum screams out to everyone to get inside the house
and dry up before she yells for Grandpa and brings the roof down.
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 2007
Poetry by Fazli Sameer
Read 603 times
Written on 2009-11-18 at 08:26
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