Night rains are ways mother Nature tell her wonderful stories
From the curtains dance one can feel the strength of the rain
And the routes of her accomplice; the wind
Further away from homes, if you dare to look
One can see the wind dressing the trees hairs
Decorating the trees with every piece of material
It could carry…
Upon the candlelight casts a shadow of a farmer with a pitchfork,
Sometimes the images are ghostly, like a phantom with long fingers
If the curtain sailed close, behind the excited candlelight
The figures may become a weary ship on turbulent waters
Or a shape likened to forming clouds on the firmaments
The lightning and thunder claps reveal the climax of her tales
In her art, she paints and draws images of the lightning
Casting its irregular images upon her cloudy template
Her loud music needs no amplifier or speakers
Unseen trumpets belch out over the hills and valleys
The sound echo for more than a thousand miles,
Shaking the forests and everyone who found refuge in it
And when the rain drops descend on people’s rooftops
Drumming a soft, intimate rhythm,
It told of happiness, fulfilment and peace
