On this sweltering afternoon br When you knocked at my door br Didn't I accost you br And demand of you, br br 'Have you brought any rain? ' br As if you were the rain maker br But there're many instances br When in your arms, br Me and my precincts smelt of rain br How I regaled in the raindrops br Clinging to my skin, reflecting you! br br 'Hey, don't wipe them away! ' br I told you on those occasions br With the hope of harvesting them br On a sapping afternoon as this.