Saturday, March 12, 2016

Abu Dhabi Rain(Part Two)

look at this one
Is it gray is it not?
Is it black is it not?
Is it blue is it not?
Is it white is it not?
blend of blue black gray and white
I am worried
better head back
thank you, God! I enjoyed my walk
Abu Dhabi settled for one color: black
blend was gone. the rain struck!
it is still called rain, right?
can't sleep. can't think
let me go to the world of screen people
my last resort when am in a tangle
here we go
Etisalat! What is it? Can't you see what am given?
new places new faces new horizon
intensifying magnifying my imagination
okay. okay, Etisalat. better check what you sent
'Shrek The Musical will be shown on stage.'
So what?
on second thought. delight my nephews
cheer them up. convey the Ogre news
no school meant lots of fun
going places to play and run
this one is different. they are confused
there is no school? Is it a holiday?
there is no school? Is it the weekend?
Alas, dear boys, stop grumbling
your city is in mourning
there is no going out. there is no driving
there is no going out. rain is disrupting
played a lot of indoor games
watched films glued to the TV set
they weren't interested what Etisalat told
I am disappointed
I crossed over to look outside
rain had stopped leaving its mark
puddles of water all over the ground
'come to the window, children!
look at those boys having such fun!
we used to do that, you know
go ahead now, ask your mom
we used to play in the rain
we wouldn't wait till it drain
all its water on to the ground
we screamed jumped squealed
not wearing shoes like these ones
if you are not barefoot
you wouldn't get such delight
when you splash about! ......... '
we watched the kids intently
having such fun in the puddle
the heavy rain left behind
'dear Abelo, would you like to go outside?
let's join these boys. let's go wild! '
his big eyes twinkling, anticipating
gave his consent, vigorously nodding
'what about you, Eyu? '
he paused. not enthusiastic like his four year-old brother
pursing his lips in that way of his, to ponder
'what about you, mommy dear? '
won't you join us in the splish splash? '
she shook her head
hugging tightly the gabbi to her body
'I am just joking, dear lady!
we would have, you know, if it were sunny
it looks very cold. not at all funny.'
thank you, splashing Abu Dhabi boys!
for taking me back to my childhood days!

March 13,2016.
emebet mesfin
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,rain
There was a heavy rain in Abu Dhabi this week. I saw boys splashing in the rain water and it took me back to my childhood in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. This is the second part of the poem

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