Rain Poem by ABAYOMI OGUNNIYI

Rain.

Cant ride in the shivery
of the day in the blaze
of the sun.

The moving clouds of
water dropping the wet
holes of drought in the
the space of time and
season.

The running scales of
the winds,
the moving music at
the strings and rhythm
of the cloud.

The slippery tone of my
feet in the moving
wave of the waters,

Running in the lane of
fertility for the golden
measure of food across
the land.

Written by Abayomi Ogunniyi