The Rain Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Along a long whitish road
Slithering between the clusters of the forest,
Shivering with corrugated
Deepening as low as the sky is high,
And I saunter all alone in the shaken night.
I am clad in a black hat, black and rubber boots
Cutting across the thick of the pouring rain.

Below the shadows is a gravel road
That aerially gives me a seeming of flaw
Flowing from bank to bank of a creamy river.
Above, the dense dark,
Is the lightening dark sky
Totally illuminated by the lightning bolt
And they keep on flying past my head in the zenith.

I see the clouds that come
Burdened by the water drops
And the roaring sounds and the company of electricity
From above in the places we've never traveled before;
A thunderous storm that reigns in the falling rain.