Mosi Mustapha Gomina
Let It Rain - Poem by Mosi Mustapha Gomina
Let it rain on the drought-shrouded terrains.
Let it rain on the meadow and her grains;
For the ember stare of the bridled sun
Fiddles and suffuses our flaccid corn.
Let it rain on the paddocks of the lake;
On the subtle ducklings and bickering drakes;
Beneath the bleak clouds and the supine trees;
On eroded coral herbs of the seas.
Let it rain on the sordid fluttering gale;
On salient boughs that it has lured to sail.
Let it rain on the dew-quaffing mountains
And all frost-flawed cliffs and weed-wreathed plains.
Let it rain on the face of December;
On mild mellow skins of oceans' envers;
From the fog-fiddled toe of a hill's foot,
To the depths of a mermaid's solitude.
Let it rain on pale petals of flowers,
On gloomy castles and misty towers;
In lethal labyrinths of cycloned caves;
On nap-narrowed nights and the dirge-drenched days.
Let it rain beneath the wild-wandering clouds.
Be it in whispers or weeping aloud.
Lest our hollow-hydrated hearts complain,
On our knotty knees, we plead; let it rain.
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