The rains returned

It is raining, the grasses
The crops and trees smiling,
The ground in mourning,
Having to swallow more than enough.
Like a heated machine the sky
Full of dark clouds
All wanting to fall on
The plants and animals alike.

It took a smile at people
Preparing to end their work
At the markets and on the streets
Running to their destinations
Holding their breast
with Anything to cover their hair
holding their pockets
so they fall not off .

They destroy buildings, lengthening the course
leaving deep covered drains silted
reducing drain sizes to rounded tunnels
water then runs up our throats
and rubbish moves through it
like a chocolate cornflake drink
taking along anything on its course
Not to the sea and lake but rooms and streets.

Their prayer to soon get to their destination
To soon stop the rain
But under a tree
To hide their wet cloths
The sun, sun, yes! the sun
It’s heard, his name every where
On every lips like a saviour of the day
When it finally shows up

It’s soon forgotten his deed
When the earth dries up and
For ages thirst for water
When rooms sweat and
vapour rises into the sky
Their plea like a constant prayer
Which will not be refused
Then the dark clouds to rain again.