Night Rain Poem by Bartholomew Arkoh Boamah Sarbah

As the night approaches
And mortals retire from their toils
The clouds gather with life
Bed time is story time
We feed our ears with the wisdom of the land
The pregnant clouds are in labour
Tik tok tik tok tik
On the aluminium roof
It is the rhythm of the gods
Sweet with unsung melodies
That accompanies the rain
The gods and spirits are awake
As we the mortals wish to slumber
Children place their palms on each ear
And make sounds with the unsung melodies
To thank the gods for their blessings.