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Life in Arusha, Tanzania, through the eyes of an Englishman

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Rain on the Roof.

It's raining on my steel roof, making a din,
the sound alternately soothing and alarming.
Soothing because it's a pinkish noise,
with a warm and comfortable tone.

But in a crescendo it can make you feel
as if your house might wash away.
All this rain pouring off the roof,
stripping soil, laying its foundations bare.

But now it's slacked off, and I feel my plants
turning their faces toward the sky - thank you!
Now we can grow - suck from the soil the stuff of life,
making our little contribution to eternity.

The sound's now almost gone, and so the day.
Tomorrow the greedy sun will take back what was given.
The plants once more feel roots run dry.
My roof's now silent - half blessing, half curse.

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