The rain was falling on Makondo
in the very middle of the century
and when you don’t expect it
you will surely see it
and now nobody
never in this world
will change the things
which are being spread on the wind’s wings
The city in the rainfall
the streets and a house
the lives lived there
in a word, on the page
there is the city in the rainfall
day and night
only what you dream
happens there
The rain was falling on Makondo
in the very middle of the century
and when you don’t expect it
you will surely see it