Freedom’s rain

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Free in her season

A promiscuous lover

We each have our turn


Generous to some

Doling out liberation

Moisture for their yield


When she comes too late

We lay victims in her wake

Floods on parched land


Bloody waters run

Where umbrellas are raised

A reign over rain


We pray on this day

For equal distribution

Of similar rain


Let Freedom reign

Showering abundantly

On us equally