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Unto earth is given
Breaking her clogs
Pleasing the gods
With more edibles
Upon their tables…
This same blessing
Of late turned to mourning
When an army, hungry,
From these tiny tears, many,
Ate up the whole land
Leaving us with wet sand…
So today again
As the sky begins to bray
And clouds gather to break
Heaven’s shutters
For another downpour
The gods dither…
We mouth much prayer
To the maker
Written by: Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
Rain can be a blessing or a punishment. I lived in places that receive three to five inches of rain yearly and was a misery place to live. The flood can destroy a city in minutes. Water is needed and can’t be controlled. A powerful poem on a difficult subject.
water is life and it can offer death too…Nigeria was flooded late last year and the losses are still there…Japan saw its share too, as are many countries of the world.