Shine Comes After The Rain Poem by Tony Adah

After the rain
The man who stood bare body
By the wayside with a spiky beard
Of gray and black got warmth.
Flowers in their clasped petals
Unfurled their whorls
And ants return to roost
In their soiled dingy burrows.

Clouds receded beyond
Their gray and black and blue hues
Given to bolls of cottony shreds
Pushing up in the sky.
The day ripen at midday
Into a meadow of rolling hills and valleys.

The fields blossom
Then palm trees bled their copious milk
Like injured rubber plants in Uyanga plantation
It is needless
Now to pour the fresh juice
Into old skins.