Rain Poem by Tony Adah

The rain's emissary of clouds thicken
And the sky
Whispers its mumbles
Into our expectant ears.
A load of wetness
Is hurled upon the earth,
Sputtering on our rooftops
Jubilant children echoing
Its arrival after a spell of drought.
Lillies' bulbs butt the earth from beneath
Grass tufts all rejuvenating
In the milieu of the rain.
Verdure come on
Splendid to behold
Sometimes the Abakaliki rice
Gets bent in the storm
Like an old man
Trotting on his third leg
Our houses sinking
In obeissance to this visitor
When he doesn't come,
We complain
When he comes, we lament.