The First Rains Poem by Kassim Mohammed Ahmed

Night might have been here too soon

and all heads, rested on varied beds, smart or loon



am awakened by this dropp drop

like a kangaroo moves by hop hop



slowly, at first

and then like rhythm in songs at church



church! oh yes, yes church

where we ought be, this being first



and we have Him to praise

that falls the rains



to quench the thirst of these sands

having had to endure these months



I'll least talk of gloss for the lips

that even as gross, doesn't seem to stick



now that the rains is here

it is with so much joy that we cheer



as the dropp drop

down in tick tock



our hopes and aspiration are again, living

thus as every beginning ends, so is every end a new beginning



the rains usher in the year, proper

as all emotions it doth usher.



the first rains...





.....OTADEE.....