Poem: The Rain

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Let the rain come… Oh let it pour.
Hear! Lofty clouds gather together and let down the rain;
Oh spongy masses, squeeze out your juice
relief and refreshment for distraught earth loose.

The cherished intimacy between the heavens and earth we would know
when their difference is short-circuited by that dynamic bridge of wetness
wherein a taste of the celestial is vaguely imparted below
and a sense of cleansing and relaxation from the very tensions
that plague the earth.

O! let the rain come.

© 2001, Tee Akindele