A Witness To Rain. Poem by Tony Adah

Fierce lightning strike
In a ceremony of storms
And it poured upon the earth
The long strides of the rain unable to cease
Breeze threw some like from a bowl
On my window pane
I can not find my wren
Her nest dripping in rain
No one chirps in a drenched nest
The little brown friend in a drenched voice
Unable to sing.

My companion closes her eyes
Dreams of sun
And flies gather for a ceremony
Joyous that the vindictive venom
Is unable to spill in the famine the rain
Has created for the wren
Her entrails new incessantly like a cat
I am a witness to the rain
When the little brown bird rebukes the rain
For making her bones old and weak
And giving her house
To servants to play.