Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

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…

  • 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,…

  • 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,…

  • 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…

  • Reflection: Rainy Evening

    I used to think I was a rainmaker, but there’s one big 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.…

  • Beautiful Spring

    Rainfall or shine, flowers and bird calls Squirrels and trees, spring brightens all Dwell in tree houses, sit out in beaches, Live in the beauty within and without you

  • Beauty

    Beauty is the ladybird Waking in the midst of dew To enjoy a quiet and lonely walk

  • First rain

    First rain, Strong wind, We celebrate The long wait, And sniff the scent Off the wet earth

  • Rainfall, Drummer of the Year!

    Nothing compares to the feeling you bring, With queer beats, you spice up Summer, Singing as in songfests with the Thunder!

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Remind me of the Rain

    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

  • African Tradition: Calling upon the African rain storm

    ‘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…