Rain At Night
Hot, the day has been;
No human’s fault was to mean.
As things happen, God has seen.
Even ways birds’ nests are woven;
With the stars, His wisdom is proven,
None moves wrongly to hit broken.
So are the drops of rain when they fall,
Causing persons instinctively to call,
As they all are gradually building tall.
Abruptly, incredible heartiness grows.
Silently, nature a shower it enjoys,
For no witness to see how it luckily bathes.
The tail wags to enjoy the wet mood
That was only very good, but not food,
For the rain’s presence builds a hood.
No competition it triggered but caused creation;
No leglet got broken, but naturally tender flexibility,
Led it down and up for pungent evaporation to crop.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2019