The Rain Poem by Wolf the poet

The clouds are gathering
I see them feathering
Flock of birds zoom about
They chirp melodiously


As i walk along the dusty path
A drop of rain hits my cracky skin
Straightening up my kinky hair
As if to set up a flare


Farmers are singing
Singing songs of planting
Yeah folks the seoson is nigh
Brought about by the drizzles


My mind is now set a straight
My head stead fast with a firm gait
Ready to welcome and celebrate the change of weather
Weather to cover the nether land