African Rain Poem by Bieze Josphat

The Heaven are
Answering a short-call.
Though so little
To drown an ant,
The children cheer
Watching it fall
First on the tallest hill
Then down to the
Ocean floor.

Plants dance while taking bath.
Dust calm on every path.
Weather instrument do the math.
And animals are ready for birth.

Every torn roof is
Sewed with thatch.
To prevent the drops
From wetting the kitchen hearth
And the beddings.
Welcome rain
And obey our thirst.

Farmers cheer their
Dancing hoe.
Determined to fight
The hunger foe.
By filling the glutton barn
To see us through
The furious sun
On its visitation
And future plan.

Rain, rain come down.
Water the graves
In villages and town
Wipe away our pain
And teary stain
Let grass grow
And the milk flow
Children grow strong
And live long.
Rain, rain come
African rain come.