A Season In Africa Poem by ANTHONY ANIGBATA

A SEASON IN AFRICA

The cloud came
Hurrying from different directions,
The thunder in loud laughter
Roared like hungry lions.

The sizzling sky formed their faces
Into the topmost Niger skin
Holding the sun in their lazy arms
Till it was no longer seen.

Hordes of children ran out in flocks
To receive the pleasant touch
Of the falling rain
As they announce their joy to the street.

Then soaked turned the soil
Wet became the cricket in the undergrowth;
The snakes search for new homes
Under the carpet of hot huts
Then termites befriend the light-bulbs
As log-fries flame in huts
Fighting the fierce spirit of cold

Then bats bore into trees to hide
Rainbow flashed its colourful rays
Above the tall hands of oil palms
Which point to the naked cloud
That is still teasing and smiling.

Suddenly the freshness of the light vanished
Slowly, slowly, dark blanket envelopes earth
The moon soon came
In its motherly manner
Staring down on the whole earth

Still the voice of the rain cried aloud
On our rooftop, like it's done
Often in this season in Africa