Sometimes when it rains,
I think of how I played in the rain as a little girl.
I remember how my mother shouted
“Hey Amanda –
Uzukhe ungene apha umanzi”
Sometimes when it rains
I cry because I cannot stop thinking about my friend –
the one that stays with you –
the one that stays with you even if
you are a nag
or not in the best mood.
The one that would do almost anything for you.
But they are not like the rain
that lasts for just a few moments.
They are like a colourful rainbow.