Rain Poem by Dare Onadele

Heavenly rain as ribbon
Fancifully falling on earth.
When the surfaces no longer hold
Travels beneath terrain’s path.

Nothing’s to the thread
Of a cloud fully fed.
When through it’s pores bleed
It’s crucial to herbs and weed.

Seed clothing can’t be denied.
With it we less talk of draught
Full of food to talk less of naught

Children running in it yet bold
Unyielding much warnings.
Loving this nature brings
Trading games in it for scold
Though some yell its cold
To many it’s funs unfold.

More beautifully this event comes.
When the dark colour gives way,
For hidden red hot ball swings to play
Then seeing lines of seven colours
As what the sky rainbow pays.