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The wind blows across large expanse of dry brown grass
The clouds above become clad in darkness
The heavens steam with lightning and thunder like the clanging of brass
The branches and leaves dance hopefully for an end to their dryness.
To this the heavens shed their tears on the earth
For the panting hart to be quenched of his thirst
The basking lizard is grateful to God for ending water dearth
The sowing farmer filled with joy to plough the field and scatter his first.
The proud noise of the dusty air fades in silence
Receding like the disappearing cloud from the Moon’s presence
Crawling now in shame under the command of the droplets
With cries that vanish like the shimmer of fake-polished bracelets.
The tormenting hotness of the dry earth cowers in the daunting cold
Its heart of hardness pierced by the deadly arrows of soft mold
Its crown of growth-stunting falls off in fear of the sprouting roots
Rolling away from the dreadful chase of green boots.
The earth falls under the rule of the green masters
Whose mining of nutrient-gold delves deeper after showers
Their colonies expand after a careful nurture by the Flesh-hand
Their wings dancing gracefully with each conduct of the wind band.
Far reaching eyes are filled with green wonder
The keen and quick ears sense from afar clandestine drizzle ponder
Mind and hand are aroused to break the day’s labour
Giving way for the looming cloud to once again open its harbour.
Deep into the night while sunk in the soft fabrics of my bed
My mind floats on journeys of dreams droplet-fed
My soul is chilled by the water-music of the Roof band
And I’m woken up the next day in a no-work-today land.
Young minds are fascinated by the wet noise
They dance unclad in the rain with infantile poise
Oblivious and carefree their innocence shrouds them from rebuke
Their feet stamping and marching in artificially formed brook.
Written by Okechukwu Amako, tweets @OkayCorporation