The August Rain Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

Its quiet and violent, so fizzy and trendy
Then we heard our husband roar! his wife but the tornado lightening calm his anger
Today the cloudy jar were full of downpour so dew drops that our footprints collapse.

Today we saw sunset in fainty manner
Today we walk through shadows of rain
Today the toad announce their arrival.
Today our birds sing the song of hope

Our children play the games of memories
Our farmers lingered their brime with hope, the hunters on their sight.
Thou the place where this rains comes from were install in many books of season.