I love the sound of rain when it hit my windows
When 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,
When rain fall on glasses droplets merge into balls,
Which silently rush off in joyful ecstasy and haste
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, so to mar
The path of this wary stranger
I pity but wait to see this little drama
While it rain heavily with thunder!
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… 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 caked dust mixing with the rain.
My door is thrown ajar, my curtains sail like a mast on a Pirate ship. I lay on the bed, dreams are not so far off.
‘A Little More Prodding, Dear Rain…‘ You won’t understand, of course. I’ve a special connection with the rain. Now I hear the host of Heaven, rain gathering from afar. Crashing into the glass windows and throwing my neighbours’ household into frenzy. Rooftops are the rain’s crazy drum and she plays on them softly.
‘Listen, Dear Rain… Go On, Pound The Earth, Beat Your Drums...’ Aha! A call from an Aunt confirms that it rains Cats and Dogs in Ovim, my hometown and as I said earlier on I’m preparing to travel home tomorrow. Can’t you see? The rain is cleaning up the streets and roads, here and home for my return. Haha, I read meanings too deep but this is me, simple things thrill me. But honestly, I do think that I’m a rain maker.
Good night everyone.
I used to think I’m 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 will ever be the same again after Covid-19. But my faith will have no worry at all. So I’ll put that aside and try to mind the rain storm ravaging my community.
I know those noisy frogs will be happy and I hope the silly mosquitoes are washed away, far from this settlement. My neighbours whistling pines sing a high pitch tonight, the streets are flooded. I’m convinced reptiles will roam about.
I sit near to my window. I hear the storm roar and rooftops dance about. Usually sitting outside is fun but this evening rain is something else. I have had enough rain bath. Now I retire to watch the lightning battle with the wind and rain. Clouds rumble heavily, the lightning flash and then his cousin, thunder frighten me. It’s dark everywhere, so my curtain shows prints of their war. I’m amused.
Life is beautiful, life is sweet. I enjoy Divine Providence and what nature offer, the sweet spring water, the numerous fruits, wildlife, the annoying frog choir and watching babies smile at me.
As I publish this, the storm rage on, a combo of heavy black skies and monstrous wind. But my day is not yet over. Dinner is potatoes and beans. That’s my second love – good food. Gratitude is the best attitude. Good night everyone.
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See the rain drops fall,
Throwing a rain party for all!
The clouds wailed this evening
But to the children it was fun
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Under the rain, children danced
Enjoying the freedom that it brought
Lightning shadows on windows, mild cold
But men hid themselves under the blankets
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The clouds sang, the wind whistled
The rain fell and the children danced
Laughing with the touch of wet fluid
When the heavens stomach rumbled!
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Swift sailing breezes surf the air
On the turf, kids twist and turn,
Through this evenings mild rain
A night of fresh sleep beckon
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
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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
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There sits the rainbow across the firmaments
Watching quietly, observing the rules of the airs
Belittling the heights of the hills and mountains
Shading the greenery with a new look of aura
One to be seen in a long while, a perfect acquaintance
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The green is spirogyric, fading with the suns heat
The blues are epileptic, exploding without remorse
The yellows invisible, trying to hide from the group
And the red, painful, like a heartbroken soul
The colors mingle with one another, raising hopes
The green fields of wheat turn gold with time
The dirt path glowing each time the rain goes
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 airs
The waters fall on the glasses, merging into balls which sigh,
Silently, they rush off the glass in ecstatic and joyful haste
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
‘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.
