The pockets of the sky are dressed in Secrets
New riddles rise before the dawn
The lips of the clouds are completely sealed
In profound programmed hesitation,
Our People say “When it rains- there is revelation”
Yet the Rain has been selfish for thirty days
Is it Me, Is it my People, Is ti the Rain?
Its time to look within
And until then ………………..
The pockets of the Sky are dressed with secrets