ODE TO RAIN

By Ishola Wasiu Ayodele

 

I,

Cold tears,

Silvery fluids,

Feeding earth.

A gift,

Pure!

 

I,

Bullets,

Stony drops,

From raging skies,

Hitting earth.

Flood’ng it,

Curse!

 

I,

Who make

The tree swing;

Yond lightning strike.

Playing wards,

Mothers,

Call.

 

I,

The guest,

Heavenly.

Drumming thunders,

Humming winds,

M’presence

H’rald

##Ishola is our in-house poet. Besides studying in the University of Ilorin he is working on his collection of poetry.