Suffering In Silence

The sun had been courteously shining, But disappeared progressively. The clouds became dark and rushing; I heard several thunderous thunders. Small and scattered drops of rain started falling. Then, it started raining and pouring; With no umbrella, I compacted my paces. I was critically soaked but paddled forward. I became like a homeless dog in a desert, Roaming around with no company; I was devastated, completely desperate On a foreign land, like in a mangrove. No one to talk to, except my inner person That called for death, but it never came. I cried, I moaned and sniffled over and over. My small heart was quickly pumping. All my tears were wiped by the rain. Choiceless, I seemed to like that shower, Though it disturbed my journey. In loneliness, my legs were wobbling. I sat on a wanderer’s huge stone, Bent my head on both my knees. I recalled the days of good weather, But I was optimistic to get dry someday. Poem by Mugisho N Theophile.