It rains heavily...
Roofs leaking, water seeping
Bless'd against my will...
As the tropical storms rage
Causing chaotic...
Rattled windows, doors and gates
All over the house...
Creating theatrical effects
As lightning flashes...
And thunder follows behind
Children play outside...
Trivializing the weather
A good one for sleep...
Except for the leaking roofs
New holes emerging...
Brings to mind a nursery rhyme,
"Rain, rain go away,
Come again another day"
Back then reasons were...
"Little children want to play"
I can't help but sigh!
With the aftermath in view...
Soaked beds, sheets and drapes...
Smelly rugs for days to come
Wrecked roofs and ceilings...
Flooded streets mixed with sewage.
Showers of blessings indeed!
© Raphael Uzor
Inspired by the unbearable living conditions of the poor in the slums of Nigeria. My heart bleeds at the indifferent attitude of the government and the elite class.