When Will It Rain Poetry Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

I am waiting here looking at the sky.
It is raining cats and dogs. I
Ask the sky when will it rain poetry,
For then love would pour out
And wet the pavements, and on every
Segment of cement a poem will stand,
Up and tell the cats and dogs to stop
Hating each other for it is a time to
Love.

Imagine words falling from the sky and
You picking them up and telling the world,
It is the season to smell citrus fresh scents
That we have not worked for.

No poem does that like one you write on a long,
Citrus peel that you cut into one long
Spiral and then write the poem word by word,
Knowing even if there is no crown on your
Head you have nailed the poetry slam, for people
Will not need their eyes to read the poem, but
To read your lips. For your lips have been where
The poem has been just as a knife has been on the
Peel of a citrus fruit. Even if cats and dogs can
Deny they rained from the sky who cares
For who knows what happens in the world of felines,
But the poet that you are.