The Rain Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Tell those who have vessels
To bring them out
Borrow not a few
Until no drop of rain waste.

Tell the seers
The gods have heard our crying
Our tears had softened
The hard coarse of the mountains
And had reached the rim of heavens.

Tell the women to gather their grains
Into the barn
Pack their clothes spread on the sun's thigh,
The sons of the gods
Lightening and thunder have open the floor gate.

Tell the nursing mothers
The time of the dirge song has gone
Let the maidens sing a new song
Your Prince is coming and his feet dip in oil

Tell the king and the kinsmen
To return to their tent from the mountain
I heard a new melody from the four wings of heaven
The earth is dancing in rain.