The Feast Of The Rain Poem by tochukwu nwankpa

The clouds gathered in a meeting The wind serving as ushers serving the Kolanut, thunder grumbling because he has not been served.Men below scampering like ants run into their anthole.The clouds then begins the feast of the rain.It rains in streets, the mother of the clouds drinks and gives to plants, animals, humans.A great banquet for everyone.But some fellows are not satisfied thunders wicked uncle lightening gets angry and starts destroying things humans bemoans their fate, trees are burnt before he is satisfied.