The Rain Will Come Poem by Buchi Ofulue

Among all the nations of the earth,

Drought befell,

Dust settles in the pockets of our purses,

The seats of our offices are occupied

But are better vacant

They are being warmed up

For no reward

For this

Infants lay to eternal rest.



On the blood of a Carmel,

Our seeds are fed

When wilt thou restore the unicorn?

And when shall the showers of joy fall again?



The birds fall from the sky,

Horses die at their stable,

Cows denied of their product,

The last creature happens to be the Carmel.

When will our glory be restored?



Oh lord, deny thy covenant with Noah,

Break the rainbow

And wash away our tears.



Behold I stand in the rain,

And the dried ocean has been refilled,

And in its reservoir I swim,

Infants laid to rest

Rise to witness

Our restored glory