The gentle breeze blows
Not with might, nor force
Just a message to pass across
In a language which everyone knows
The cloud moves across the sky
Gently, slowly all along
As the pigeon sings its song
Again and again as if to cry
A deafening sound now and then
‘tis of thunder I have no doubt
Bus passengers rush in and out
As nervous mothers call out to their children
At last the rain has come
And everyone will be glad I thought
That was a mistake of some sort;
For the rain is a distress to some
As drizzle turns torrent in a twinkle
And the morning after - a different story
The collapse of a store and a two-storey
Gardens flooded; road turned pool
And in their faces you could see the pain
Fear and sadness flooding the heart
But there’s one thing we all agreed about
It is raining again!
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Author:
Adeola Akande (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2021 06:14
- Category: Nature
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Comments4
Good poem . I like your choice of words ...
Thank you
A beautiful poem . I loved it. Thanks for sharing
Thank you.
I can relate with this poem. Nice job!
Thanks!
Beautiful poem. I love d rhymes
Thank you!
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