I smell a sweet aroma, an aroma uncommon.

A man walking on a boulevard i see, with pain written all over his face.

A lady crying bitterly i see, as she kneels down in prayer.

A child orphaned i see, battered by life's hardships.

A young man down the alley i see,struggling with a drug's addiction.

A young woman on the arena i see, trying to make her career blossom.

Suddenly, the sound of thunder i hear.

I can see the rain, the rain of Jubilee!

Am happy like a clam, as i stare in wonder.

Like crystal raindrops, it's falling everywhere.

The year of Jubilee is here, if only you dare believe.

Copyright 2014 Mary Elshaday Tsehaye.