Now the wind has come to announce the rains coming,
Baskets flew up, rooftops shrieked, dogs ran about
And the community waited, for a storm was growing,
The nights grew darker, pitch like the face of charcoal
At first, the moon had disappeared without trace
The clouds forming a strong ring of bully about him
A strong surge of air pushing into peoples embrace
Tossing dust and fine sand through the floating wind
Dancing in extreme ecstacy to the music which it sang
Calling or conjuring a rain which must fall tonight
Bending the huge Iroko, drawing dread upon the land
And when she was spent, a wave of rain came tumbling down
