Colorless, multiple, miracle pieces of thread, <br />dropping down from a dark black cloud; <br />with a melodious touch on the roofs of men's dwelling. <br />Instantly turning into flowing water as it kisses the earth, <br />useless for sewing but useful for washing the dirt of men <br />and watering their seed sown. <br /> <br />Cephas Rotimi Oluwaseyitan <br />Cotonou <br />22nd September 2007<br /><br />Cephas Rotimi Oluwaseyitan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rain-42/
