The Rude Rain. Poem by Emmanuel Damilola Adeyemo

Torrential rains in an agile afternoon,
As a matter of fact, we are not expecting the moon,
But the sun can’t also move near
‘cos rain drops are everywhere.

Harshly, it hurried down,
On our ground so brown.
Cruelly, it eroded our land
And its noisy footsteps packed our sand.

It inflicted our farms with flood-
The farms we cultivated with the last dropp of our blood.
Our patience it tirelessly teased
Having sworn not to cease.

Speechless, we all stood-
Candidly attacked by a bad mood.
It’s so apparent that the rain was rude,
Hmm! How we wished it could be sued.

[26-09-11]