Rain, Rain a poem by Godwin Oyewole at Spillwords.com

Rain, Rain

Rain, Rain

written by: Godwin Oyewole


From the north swung
Dry, wild
To the market feet,

Children fled
Playground dead
Rolling bowls
Dusty sand
Tempest rise,

Women flung,
Babies clung
Aback sweating

Clothes lost,
Loose, weak
Enough to display
Jagged breast.

Heads, feet
Even birds
Way home.

But we
Street kids
Enjoy rain
In merciful
Cruelty and
Pure bliss.

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