When the green neighborhood dance to the call of the wild, one

Dark are the skies; darker even are the clouds which stalk the rain

The wind came swift and slow; rushing at times as petals of flowers dance

To the music of the coming rain; to lullabies that made heads bounce

And to the Forest people, to the clans that inhabit the wooded lands

A rainmaker was awake, perhaps trying his skills or just being mad!

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The lightning draw bizarre images across the dark firmaments

Causing the trees to look like knights with forks on the footpath

Silhouettes of mud huts stood motionless in the fiery wind surge

Exposed to danger: the rainmakers ire, the villagers, try to hide

The day turns to night; seeking shelter is the new song for the hamlet

When the rainmakers strength leaves him or his tools* spent,

He lets the strong breezes to rest on the call of the wild one*

But they wait on they that had mastered the rain antics.

Note: In Africa, some people can make rain. Most of these individuals are traditional healers; they access the wisdom of ancient life and spirits.

Tools* refer to the rainmaking tools of the rainmaker, which include natural items like leaves, herbs, and other mixtures.

Wild one*: the rainmaker and the wild one are either the same person or the source of the rainmaker’s powers.