The Cloud Poem by abbas abubakar

Ever since my eyes are ripe
I have been wondering
If it shall rain all day
For the cloud gets darker

Aeon past
The darker it painted
Melting the patience of my soul
I ran to mum
Asked of the long awaited rain
She only mumbled something on my palm
I never understood

I went treetops
Listened to songs of owl
In burrows I rode
Nurturing footprints of demons
Desert I excavated
Gathering songs of wind

I learned
The cloud above
Is dark and pregnant
But not of rain
Of something black
Of something red
Of something.