Rain-Drops

There came the storm From the west,blowing And sweeping thro the Land of Owerri.... People rushing to and fro, Looking for shelthers. Ladies falling from pencil Heeled shoes,alas! thud! Came the sound...... Splashing pool of water to Passers- by drenched by Pelting sound of rain- Drops.....children pelting Down the hill,looking for Rescue from the Unwelcome- stranger. Blow! Blow! thou gentle Wind from east,thou Saintly visage,disperse This un- wanted guest From the west. Allow folks feel the warmth of sun once Again!