The Descendant, a rains incantation

The rain falls softly
It falls light on me
And it minds not why
Amazed of such
One of uncertainty
Of the rain drops falling
On I who was a bloodline

Break the kola
Wave the palm frond
Call the wind, and …
And listen carefully
For the mother of the rain

Muster some courage
Stand with the dark clouds
The Storm comes
But the Storm must falter!

Now the rain falls on me
Soaking the dusts below
Clogging my footwear
On a carefree evening

The first breath I take
On such a day
Is one of freedom!

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