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The roads are noisy, but the rains were noisier,
And I found my way in my flip flops sleeker & sloppier.
But not to worry about the splash, as I knew an umbrella man,
He often walks in with a cloak that never drains,
And I know he’d lend me today.
The doors will open in the neighbourhood,
And I’d be safe and sound with all that warmth & care,
Till he comes down and breaks the shutter to carry me!
Oh look he's coming, and he's wearing the magnificent cloak!
Though in a moment I could smell something familiar,
It was her again.
She came over me and held my hand, and kicked my butt.
She allowed that scream to flow across me,
The noise of my soul that was stuck in the lung,
The guts of my life that hid deep down.
As I stood stagnant & stronger than ever,
While we walked like our childhood rains,
Oh Mother, look, there waves the umbrella man!
