Salted Rain Poem by PHUMLA KHANYILE

When the rain finally falls
Petals will not remain closed
Metal will melt unto droplets
As rivers run unhindered

Yes it shall rain hard
Streams will be on a chase
Heels will sink deep in puddles
Lakes will gather to spill

When the rain finally comes
It'll fall with a deafening sound
The horizons will be darkened
The winds will wail in defiance

But it'll rain regardless
Even if women gather to wail
Just as dogs coil their tails to hide
They'll run for shelter to pray

The streets will part with their debris
Until droplets fall as if boiling in crystal streams
Dusty winds subsiding to cooling breeze
As fallen petals are washed away

It will rain like a lullaby
To lovers coiled in their love nest
Yet to others it will be a mocking song
As its drops usher in memories once held

When that rain finally falls
Gates of resistance will be broken
The heart will be soaked in sadness
Pain will flow out in salted streams

Then clouds will slowly shift in clearance
For the grand appearance of the rainbow
Bringing all streams to a stop
As the sun creeps back with warmth