They Brewed

In a far-away land hot moist less air rises up to the heavens in a single file, heavy with the echoing cries of drought It meets a blanket of cold moist air of the stratosphere descending, air that is saturated with the cries of those to be rescued Their meeting forms the platform of life, hydrogen and oxygen atoms exploding into a volatile environment, exploding into life They collide at sub-sonic speeds, defying even the laws that govern the speed of light Water vapor has been produced; a giant congregation of mystified water droplets has been issued Majestic cumulus-nimbus clouds are the offspring; they are the ones we dream of touching, the ones we yearn to ride I watch them grow and cover the skies in white, I watch as they slowly become the benguelas of my childhood Carrying the dreams of the forgotten towards the heavens, bringing them close to the audience of the Gods They brewed…. I watched as the benguelas metamorphose into their second form, their true form Watched as the white inside them gets drained until only the dark remains intact Waited as the friction of atoms created a static that summoned electric photons to line up into a lightning bolt They introduced us to a spectacle that even today, scientists cannot explain this phenomenon The hours elapsed and yet they moved closer, persistent in halving the distance between our two realms The hours elapsed and yet they grew darker still, letting themselves become inked in the souls of the dark “It begins with a slight breeze encapsulating leaves in rhythmic motions”, a slight whisper of a promise to be fulfilled A whisper of the benguela`s will to replenish the life blood of thee earth…… water They arrive in silence, riding on the soundless winds of their ancestors They`re presence felt with the echoes of raindrops that smash into the terra These shadow riders emerge at the most opportune moment They brewed for kilometers; thunder rumbled for hours, they flashed lightning for countless seconds….. Finally they`ve arrived Travelling on the winds of their ancestors, deeply rooted in their sacred traditions of giving water to the dwellings embedded in the earth`s atmosphere They brewed…….. Finally the rains have come I watched as they grew, I watched as they flew, I watched as THEY BREWED