THE DAY OF RAIN
By Livy-Elcon Emereonye
Early. It’s bright and early
That none can rightly guess the offer
But like the transience of things
The weather a new form, look take
And everywhere’s cloudy!
Cloudy. It’s indeed cloudy
When heaven’s begging for answer
Cloudy indeed it’s that serenity’s the answer
Then comes a cure for somnolence –
And heavy sleepers’re not left out!
There’s rest for the workaholics for some minutes
As ponderability over the magnitude sedates
Cool. It’s cool and darker as early sun’s aborted
Then in its drizzly manner, there’s visitor without a knock –
The rain started, raining cats and dogs.
Cat and dog run for cover, humans lie with much cover
May be to take a nap or even to steal rest
But for truant it’s enough excuse for addiction
Or how inconsiderate can the boss be to ask why?
Yet there’re more whys than anticipated!
There’s the why for occurrence of repeated morning rain
And the why of the ceaseless distortion,
disturbances it brings about!
Like a frivolous wave, laughter on many employees’ faces exists
And this can easily be explained, as the employers will but count
losses – As the workforce at home stay to rest!
And like the wind that goes where it chooses,
the ceaseless drops of water form mighty erosion.
Erosion here and there leaves many uncomfortable, homeless:
The continuation of the rain brings more continuum of pain
Those with leaking roofs have everything dampened and soaked
While inhabitants of swampy area move but with boats!
Like thieves that come to steal and destroy
The rain takes more hours than anticipated
That sleepers after the rest wake up to meet the peak:
After seven hours of heavy downpour, there’s a change of gear
That one can on top most voice shout without a notice
Leaving only but frustration –
This complex’s worsened by the criss-cross movement of worms
That protest in search of something to eat!
The eyes after swelling swell again…
This time not by sleep but hunger
The hunger that suffocates even hope’s all that’s left
As soup’s soured and stove watered
Yet there’s no way to get out of the room
where discomfort’s sole partner.
The boss whose duplex’s filled with foodstuff
experiences no pain at all
But the workforce suffers…
As things get out of hand,
he that laughed first also cried first –
When you think you’re cheating others,
You may actually be punishing yourself.
So make no caricature and
Burn not your emotions in trashcan!