The atmosphere was hot despite the threatening rain
The sky had been overtaken by fever
It cried aloud in torrents of rain
The wisps of smoke emanating from the dying embers of fire irritated her even the more.
In anger, the sky took up stones and hurled it towards the sons of men.
Shelter was sought all about but was none was found.
The sky roared in a deafening sound, she was unstable.
Her two children; Sun and Moon
Gave heed to her cries and switched off their power socket.
The sons of men prayed to their gods for the appeasal of the sky
but their prayers did nought but aggravate the sky.
She was tired of staring down upon the faces of men everyday
so she fetched a bucket of water and poured it in the earth
Till it was almost full.
'Now, I shall see water and not men', she said.
Copyright © Joshua Popoola | Year Posted 2018