I look up to the skys
And see the clouds dance
Waiting for the rains to reign
For the sun has stayed in summer.
A sleeping dog lifts its ears
As it has sensed the coming rains
Slowly, it slides its front limbs
And imagine the cloud still far
Away from thunderstorms and lightning.
A mother calls for her children.
Shouting at the top of her lungs
She dreams to keep them safe
From the whistling wind
That blows her skirt swiftly.
Delighted that the rains are here,
The children jump in joy.
Because they yearn to feel the first
Droplets of the rain ready to reign.
A father rushes home from hustle,
He peddles his bicycle fast.
His folded and unbuttoned shirt
Speaks the distance he has covered.
He moves his heavy head
With the rhythm of the bicycle sound
And up the hill he climbs
Hoping to beat the rain about to reign.
A sudden and heavy fall begins,
And everyone rushes into the house.
The children, quickly climb to the seats
To watch from the window the fall.
The sound of hail stones
Make them more happy,
As they scramble to see the rain reign.
Their excitement turns to silence,
When the thunder storms and
about to godge off their sockets,
And they scatter for safety
under the table.
A mother brings jackets to her
Children, for summer is long gone.
The father folds his arms in distant
And waits for hot coffee.
Since the rain is here to reign,
Slowly the children slumber in
Their safe place away from the
Thunder and lightning scares.
And they wait for the rainy season to reign.
© 2020 Millicent Okello