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Evening Storm

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

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at www.oiroegbu.com/about

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