'Raining At My Teenage' Poem by Israel Dammy Ipaye

This heavy rain coming we heard of it impromptu
Just the winter season of our days
We knew when it was heralded by this
Whirling wind just like a mad man chasing chassis
Minis flown up to expose asses of these whores
Who dreamt that their beauty passes away not like dreams they had
This hungry and thirsty land for centuries
Although a breeze and bruise do they yearningly requires
After decades of summer
My dead living plantains just at my gardens
All now resuscitated to the expectations
Of their long-necked hungry master
Just under my tangerine do I feel the breeze
Of the peaceful downpour divine
Oh! God they wonder what could have become
Of them if it hadn’t rained
From the bottomless bottom of my heart
Do I yearn for another springs just like this
To behold the dancing young to the
Rhythm of the whirling wind