Dear Rain
The natural studio I have often visited
In the late June July August visit
A good singer I am still not yet
But I am toned on whenever you visit
Wet my voice again tonight
Come gently again this eventide
Dear rain
Not the thunder storm like rain
The one that leaves me brainstorming
About the possible earth ending
With lightening so terrifying
And flooding that wrecks my aboding
Rendering me naked before my folks
Making me feel like I am in dirge
Dear rain
The teacher that is not seen
Voice trainer in disguise
Every drops and sounds you made
Produces tones unfathomably great
Singing along with every hits on the roof
I am mused with the way you play your tones
Come gently again this eventide
Dear rain
Every lyrics are well orchestrated
Humming and shouting alike
No listeners across the walls
To the temple of my heart I sing
Gently in this natural studio
I am singing again tonight
With every drops of the rain
My beats are produced again
© John Chinaka Onyeche
As the storm clouds gather over the sun
A tiny opening lets through beams of light
Still a swirling dark mass like a sea undone
Resting behind are beams of sunlight
Rain is needed and the clouds a delight
They offer protection from the noon's heat
Cover from summer's full sun which is bright
Maybe tonight will be a cooler treat
Despite dark clouds, there's hope for new days
Maybe sunlight for an afternoon tromp
Or some time for water sports and play
An evening filled with much romp and stomp
Dark clouds can be at sometimes aboding
But after the storm life is acclimating
Written: June 30, 2014
Inspired by: Elly Wouterse's Contest
Contest: Encore
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