Musing: The Rains Dilemma

Tonight it drizzles outside
Quiet, solemn and calm
And sitting on a bench
Made of thick lumber
Carved of the finest workman
Under the shed of a Mahogany

People rush about, here and there
Papers fly up the sky
And the cloud blackens, the more
A scarecrow for all to see
A bugle for home-retreating
The rain drops its seeds
Falling happily, hopefully
On surprised, anguished faces
Rolling down the glasses
That surrounds the park
The deep cloud belches
The lightning flashed a snap
And a ghost of trees
Stood out there, African masquerades
Waiting to give a blow
On the years Boxing day
Another flash, a Knight
Stood with a rusty sword
Commanding a thousand cavalry
And all this, comes alive
When with Nature one abides

Oiroegbu Halls

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