After The Rain Poem by Korede Abiodun

After The Rain

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The wind was very much rich
As much as the dark and thick cloud
Like a rug of the Persian Prince
Never a display that seems more proud

Paces increase as the First Rain began to pour
Hetter sketter as nobles sought shelter
And when the water embarks on its course
Non of the hoi polloi feels any better

But there were chants in the air
While the little ones take a bath or two once or twice
Emotions heightened here in the market square
Elders looks here and there rendering the gods panegyrics.

When the air became freshly clear and paths seems thread-
Able and buzzling trade resumes
To my humble self, minute passed like long years
Alas, the rain had flooded my goods yet, stole my tattered roof.

Sunday, February 19, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: african poem,classicism
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Okoye Charles Chukwudi 05 March 2012

You are really good...have gone through your poems...they are very mature and an african touch here and there....its cool. I love it..keep it up. You shud read my poem..The lamb, the warrior and the virgin...you will like it...thanks for sharing.

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Soulful Heart 04 March 2012

that was so refreshing and the imagery was good............could remember my childhood............. :)

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Korede Abiodun

Korede Abiodun

Ogun State, Nigeria
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