Rain O you beauty!
What beautiful songs of melody you proffer;
Themes no man ever composeth;
Beats man never thinketh.
Your roar and rumble provideth;
Delightful soundtrack to thy stage drama;
Man scurry and hurry for seating positions;
Windows and doors applaud thy stage-climbing with;
chatters and clatters.
Thy very appearance draws gasps and breaths of thy viewers;
Pa pa pa pa pa goes thy preamble;
Suspense seizeth the heart of man;
Thou retreath thy dancing steps;
Man’s heart whimpers at thy sudden closure;
Thou re-emerged dancing to thy beats;
Man’s heart chuckles at your sudden return.
And with swift suddenness,
Thy drama changeth mood;
Fury pours out of thy mouth;
The windows shatter and the roofs scamper;
Thou swear to bring down the theatre house;
And the viewers along with it.
Man’s heart affright, and seeketh escape route;
Thou chortle at them folly;
Thou hath reach thy apogee;
Thou gather thy dancing beats and shoes;
Thou returneth to thy abode.
Man curseth thee for such scare;
Man praiseth thee for such act;
It matters no more;
Thou shall continue another scene;
In an endless play;
And thy audience shall watch;
And marvel:
At the sweet sound of rain.
Excerpt From
Thoughts In Traffic
Aramide Salako
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