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Then Came Rain(Hope For Us)
we had experienced a long period of drought
when the sun mercilessly scorched our backs
and our mouths were as dry as chaff
our soil rock hard lick the himalayas
and even the most persevering amongst us
had no choice than to give all up
the skies had been playing on us
dark this minute revivin our hopes
then the wind howls resistingg the rain
and the thunder claps frightening it
the skies clear up
sending our hopes
to where they had come
our elders had held a meeting
and concluded that it was our sin
that made our ancestors transfer the water
from the skies into heavenly drums
and so a unanimous conclusion was reached
that we should appease the gods
with a sacrifice
then came this memorable day
when the skies darkened
reviving our hopes yet again
the wind howled as was its practice
the lightning struck and the thunder threatened
then the wind whispered and then it sighed
and at last gave in to drops of rain
expectant us lifted our eyes hollow eyes
in a weary supplication
to gods and ancestors
we believe have abandoned us.
then the drop become a patter
and our deep socketed eyes
release pent up emotions
in form of tears
that had been too strong for our
hopeless minds
we take bowls pans buckets and plates
of varying sizes shapes and colours
and set them under dirty roofs
to collect mucky refreshing rainwater
that night
the flutist took his flute
and moved to the square
he summoned the energetic drummers
already at their positions
behind giant drums
and dancers with nimble feet
both the aged and the young
found pleasure once more
in doing what they could do
the full moon as if invited
graced the occasion in her glory
and the too aged ones
with suckling babes and mothers
who could not be there
moved to the rhthym at home
remembering their own days
and looking forward to their own days
the men aided by the moon
engaged in all sorts
of long forgotten games
our plants were not left out
long bent due to the drought
the reared theirn heads
and gave their own dance
as we played so we prayed
and appeased our gods our ancestors
never to visit us with such long break---
again
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I just thought of how a village will look like, with close relationships, and everyone being related to one another, hence the free verse, my first!