Tag: rainfall

Albuquerque’s Night Rain

The sky churns with dark, rumbling clouds, and lightning streaks behind my window curtain illuminate the night with its brief, electric glow. These raindrops are accompanied by soft claps of thunder reverberating through the air, adding to the symphony of the rain’s soft drumming. It’s my first night of rain in Albuquerque, and my excitement… Continue reading Albuquerque’s Night Rain

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Rain drops on the Glass

I love the sound of rain when it hit my windowsWhen multitude of rain drops descend from the sky, Splattering, crushing the Earth’s crust, moulding her clay, Throwing up sweet scents, one unaccustomed to man The beats create a regular rhythm that may turn to a song, Caressing window panes, pushing mild airs upon them,… Continue reading Rain drops on the Glass

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Night rain

Now it rains heavily with thunder, And with cold, her breezy messenger, I watch the rain fall from my window, Fast, soft drops crash into glass panes This heavy rain ploughed, and sow, Her lullabic seeds across my land, Soft, sweet breezes reign with her Battling a stranger for his umbrella, In pitch darkness cover,… Continue reading Night rain

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Another Evening Storm with the Rainmaker

… And there’s another rainstorm brewing over this town tonight. Out in the cold street, light bulbs glow here and there, but meshed in grim embrace of darkness itself. I feel the wind lick the skin on my forearm when I hold the curtain to see the rainstorm. There’s a strange but sweet smell, of… Continue reading Another Evening Storm with the Rainmaker

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Reflection: Rainy Evening

I used to think I was a rainmaker, but there’s one heavy storm out there, and I’m scared of it—a distraction for me, though, which I love. Recently, I worried so much about nothing. I wondered if the world would ever be the same again after Covid-19. But my faith will not worry at all.… Continue reading Reflection: Rainy Evening

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The rainfall

i.  See the rain drops fall,  Throwing a rain party for all!  The clouds wailed this evening But to the children it was fun ii.  Under the rain, children danced Enjoying the freedom that it brought  Lightning shadows on windows, mild cold But men hid themselves under the blankets iii.  The clouds sang, the wind… Continue reading The rainfall

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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… Continue reading Evening Storm

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The Rainbow, 1st

1 The rainbow is my favorite color  Her beauty radiates upon the cloud Dressed like a man wearing a talisman Savoring the scent of the sweet airs,  A mirage because the rain won’t fall after all 2 There sits the rainbow across the firmaments Watching quietly, observing the rules of the airs Belittling the heights of… Continue reading The Rainbow, 1st

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Rain on the Window 

I love the sound of the rain when it hits the windows When the multitude descend down from the Heavens Splattering, hitting the Earths crust, smashing the clay  Throwing up sweet scents, one unaccustomed to man The sounds create a regular rhythm which sings a lullaby Soothing are the rains words, mild are her amazing… Continue reading Rain on the Window 

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Remind me of the Rain

Remind me of the Rain When it came crashing down Upon the peaceful and mild Earth Remind of the run… The dances we do in the storm The fun we had when we could Remind me of this natural shower The taste of water straight from Heaven Of the feeling of oneness with mother Nature

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‘The land is hungry, so are my words…
Let’s make it rain… Let’s flood the dry earth and let the ink flow again!’

Now I seek to hear the sound of the rain fall
Yes let it rumble through the clouds
Like the stomach of a child about to purge
The vegetations here attest to the growing might
The stars are gone, gone out of the human sight
But this strange wind is not ordinary, it is the rain!

And when it rain, let it flood the drought lands
Let it fill everybodies pots, drums and calabashes
Let it water every sick vegetable all over the globe
Let it feed the cattle and wildlife everywhere on Earth
Let it fall and refresh the dying world
And let some rain dampen the ground on which we walk
In the morning we shall see a new seed sprout!

The tent doors shake with the coming wind
Here comes the might of the heavy rain herself
She twist and turns, hovers and manoevres, up and down
The great emissary of this rain; the wind plays about

Let me feel the smooth airs that come with it
Let me feel the wingless surge of the breeze
Let me feel the sweet whisper and kiss of mother Nature
Let the rooftop play me a fanciful drum of many beats
As my eyes close quietly, let a heavy rain fall!

Now I make the rain fall, wait and listen to it!

Commentary.

In Africa and some other parts of the globe, men are known to make rain fall. It is a craft which some have used for selfish reasons or for the general good of the clan.

This is purely imagined piece.