The Rain Poem by Cephas Rotimi Oluwaseyitan
The Rain
Colorless, multiple, miracle pieces of thread,
dropping down from a dark black cloud;
with a melodious touch on the roofs of men's dwelling.
Instantly turning into flowing water as it kisses the earth,
useless for sewing but useful for washing the dirt of men
and watering their seed sown.
Cephas Rotimi Oluwaseyitan
Cotonou
22nd September 2007
I've always got special feelings about rains..nice description of it! ! !
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5/5/2024 5:50:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What a fine rainscape you have painted here. Ten without hesitation. Warm regards, Sandra