Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: storm

  • 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.…

  • Rain!

    Guess what! Heaven’s tummy is rumbling! There’s some comfort from Heaven finally! It’s been hot since weekend, coupled with the Covid-19 issue, life has been solitary. Now it’s raining heavily outside! I’m seconds away from dancing in it but the lightning is frightening. I smell the wet dust. I’m sure mushrooms will visit tomorrow, haha.…

  • Night rains

    Darkened clouds bark with dogs When surging winds sweep through The hamlet and nearby forest Flying rain drops turn deep bass Blowing out the sticky candle light, Wrestling with tree branches, shaking window frames Twisting away, undressing tied curtains As the rain drops play on the glass Ghostly lightning snap across the skies Creating alien…

  • A muse: The Thunder and her nephew

    When the thunder storm descends The clouds rumble with a quake, For the Earth and her companions She cuts up a powerful link Letting her much younger nephew Take a solid images of the quiet world Every other force goes on pause, on mute While the two siblings enjoy their ride Through the Earth, through…

  • 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…

  • it’s about to rain

    Now here goes the first rain and wind storm of September… And it came like a quarel Throwing punches Holding each others throat and Blowing thru their fury noses On their path, they throw fine sand around Pulling the weak rooftops about Now the clouds blacken with each provocation The rain beat down like pellets…

  • A Strange Night

    1 The cool night turned a storm The grey linings of the clouds Wore out with the passing firmaments The trees swirled in a wild dance The fallen leaves lept up in joy The imminent wind has come to play To the tune of Natures fury The wind, the rain and the lightning 2 The…

  • The Old Man and The Bulb

    I met an old man Walking down the lane Passing thru the barn With a face, bold and stern He dropped his stick And I watched him stoop His body rattled, weak And down the steps, I took a hop “Hello sire, lemme help you” He looked up, a bright smile “Oh, goodness, my son,…