Storm in Africa

The rising wind whips my curtains,Tugs leaves from swaying branches,Playing a game of “He-Loves-MeHe-Loves-Me-Not”.Sulky sky broods and glowers.The Thunder God flicks his fiery tongue

I hear his belly rumble far away in the forestAs he drapes the blue hills with his cloudy cloak.Listen to the hiss of rainAs it kisses the glistening ground.With each drop, a benediction,A promise fulfilled.Washing clean the grime of these streetsPreparing the ground for new life.©Sadiechild 2005