Ode to Rainfall


The Sky is Grey

The sky is grey, The sky is grey and leaves
From trees do aught but dance. rusted rooftops-
Brown for th’re old. They jolt and bow and clap for
Angry the wind is. Clothes on ropes do but
Wave to say Goodbye! O! so I thought them.

Outside I step to catch the fresh and cold of
wind. or storm? may I? I think wind fills
the gap! so wind it is and nothing more.

It stopped but earth is wet and body’s cold.
Windows closed, no cold no more but thunder
with tiny space then thunder sneaks in though.

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I am a graduate of Physics Education from the prestigious University of Nigeria, UNN. I write Poetry and Fiction. I really love learning languages and cultures -especially English. Yeah! I'm an Anglophile or you could call me a Culture-vulture; that's just ME! I speak four at the moment. It could become five soon ! I am an open box. Ready to learn ! And if you need help, I'm down for it ! Don't be shy ! The world is give and take, innit?
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