Grin In The Rain Poem by Muideen Lanre Dauda

Oh! What kind of rain is this?
As its pattering bruised me like sword wound,
Gnashing my teeth like man who regrets his wrong-doings

When I stood inside it to take the comfort of heaven,
As the fomence of state-runners had betrayed my trust,
Coincidentally, it began spitting in tender manner,
My mouth started praising its succession,
For being taken over my melancholy-
With composure of breeze, gentle air and simple frost,

I didn't know, it will do worse than havoc wreakers
Who only after the barn of the town
As it whipped me with sharpness of its torrent nail,
When its breeze pelted me with snow of heat,
My head succumbed like nameless innocent man ducks in the courtroom

Initially, I only thought of blessings-
But now I could embrace the satisfaction of his gruntings-
For am just an ordinary one who means nothing in the face of trial,

Who knows me? No one, only am just a hawk in the sky