Rainstorm Poem by Muideen Lanre Dauda

I heard its gentlemanly noise
Over the hills it passed
Made its way abruptly through the greenish forest
Echoically it rumbled and boomed
And peacefully crashed into the hilly mound
Dispersed unsheltered creatures to find
Solace under the bowingly praising trees
Which it touched before reaching to unhoused the creatures
With its loyally faithful glorification unto Heaven
Its cohort, lightning intermittently blinked, struck and retreated
Onto the boundary of savaging cloud
As its homage paid to the greatest one
Seated higherly over the earth and heaven

The call-in rain pattering with soft praising voice
And earth couldn't hide the happiness in its heart
As absorbed water gently with excited prayerful tears
The friendly wind whirled and whistled by
In endless prayerfulness, touched the rotten brown leaves
Without giving a slant of injury

I like the nicety of waving breeze, which hushed in adoration
Heated my cold body, what a touch of comfort!
That its praise too showing to its Creator
Left my mouth with words of praise

What I will do if all these creatures give their praises?
Perhaps I should keep mute?
Or let the silence slip away my opportunity?