The Midnight Rains Poem by Prince Kenny Osei

The minute drops of the rains came chanting on our heels when our hearts banged and in rapidity panted for breath, we noticed a beckoning arrival. An arrival of a mystery. A two and a half hour of non-stop rains, rains without halting intents. The verve with which we first acclaimed as a hallmark started fading. The arena for reading insights was almost deserted. The numbers were just some margins after the tenth roman numeral. The rains once again never adhered to our claim. More forcefully, it sprinkled out with defining accuracies. The rains were as pure as the dew and in-depthed with admonitions. The night was ever daring, spectacular and to whisper the least, just befitting. Thunderstorms and lightinings were proudly noticeable but their mission was never violent. The rains finally showed brilliant signs of vanishing. It halted, our plea was heard and our prospects once again came to the lime-light like never before.