heavenly guest
heralding thunderously
in its own awake
pelting on men
as well, the gods
gathering itself
dropp by drop.
as rivulets you flow
passing on slopes abound
downward,
it's rhythm goes -
romancing all corners
cutting out its lonely paths
along our farmstead's.
beside your gathered pools
we stand
with tears of joy
naked
we danced
we played
making mounds of wetted soil
splashing
little you, unto us
seasonally guest
you have grown -
at length,
in breath,
we are in you
you in us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But the rain does not always romance. Heavenly torrents spoil things - look at Hurricane Katrina, and even our recent experience here in Owerri. Well, what else can I say...?