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The African Rains

The African Rains

Soaking,
the rains settle,
meandering over jagged faultlines of our memory.

Drenching,
the rains settle,
streaming through veins,

the thud-thudding of the heartbeat of Africa.

Absorbing,
the rains that settle,
within each of us,

herald rebirth.

And,
if you listen,

if you strain to hear,
while shedding the raucous noise of your inner turmoil.

If you listen,

the whispers of the ancestors,

speak to us all,
lending us warmth,
urging us to stand,
even though we may
stumble,

even though we may fall.

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Michael Dom February 27, 2013 at 3:36 AM I smell the thickness of the rain, soaked with the pungent gritty aroma of sunbaked red earth. I am fed and watered, cleansed and renewed. I come to the end of one journey and return to the beginning of another... I would love to see the rains in Africa. Scribbler Of Verses February 27, 2013 at 8:20 AM beautifully said, Michael! and you are welcome to see the rains here in South Africa - it is a sight to marvel at! thank you and warm wishes!

Donna Jones February 26, 2013 at 1:08 PM Powerful poem... Scribbler Of Verses February 27, 2013 at 8:21 AM Thank you very much, Donna! Appreciate your warm response!