Downpour In Town Poem by David N. Munene

Rains reign in town
So heavily falling down
In speed than rocket's
Every man pockets
Could not believe how much,
How much they muttered curse
When blessing had come down at last

On skyscrapers and automobiles
On those who hadn't paid the parking bills
The flowerpots in town are sheltered
And no food-garden has been nurtured
Then I know why they curse
Those tongues just from Mass
As they thronged the stops of a delaying bus

Then thought of the village
Where when the rains fall with rage
The maize plantations dance jovially
And every being celebrates cordially
The cows low; cocks crow; sweet winds blow
All of and about the blessing know

The village is muddy
No one curses though its Monday
Like rays of newly-born vision
The eyes of the villagers accomplish their mission
Whilst those of the townees cry foul
Forgetting they ate, thanks to the fall

If only the rain wasn't as defiant
Then not once would it be termed deviant
By tongues that wish it never came
On the tar of town that townees blame
For being unable to suck each drop

Rain is no favourite
Rain has no favourite
Let it rain
Bless it when it on towns rains
Just as does when it in villages reigns