Rain Poem by Emmanuel Adetomiwale

Thud, thud, thud is the sound you hear,
Dropping like mangoes aloof,
The roof can only but bear,
The raging ball of heavens cold roof.
Up there a sigh of relief,
Down here a cry of grief.

Oh! not now,
When will it dear rain cease...

An oasis flowing from a fountain unknown,
Yet trickles down in multiple drops untold.
The showers that men do pray to cease,
Yet falls and twirls in it thousands like armies indeed.

It flashes with wild lightning,
Sending petty traders packing,
It levies no pity,
As victims run Helter skelter,
Seeking for shelter,
Unlost kids scampering hills like herds who lost its peace.

Of all these when it's sets to leave,
A symphony of colour breed.