7 June 2012
Rain, falling, making skies cry, The only thing I'd wish to miss, Before I ever die.
Europe has too much of you, Africa has so little, Oh rain, oh rain, oh the shame, For causing so much pain.
I can think, without a doubt, Of at least three places, suffering from drought, So why do you therefore, refuse to cry, or even form any clouds in the sky?
Rain • Opuss № I