The wind was very much rich <br />As much as the dark and thick cloud <br />Like the rug of the Persian prince <br />Never a display that seems more proud <br /> <br />Pace increases as the first rain began to pour <br />Heather sketter as nobles sought shelter <br />And when the water embarks on its course <br />Non of the hoi polloi feels any better <br /> <br />But there were chants in the air <br />While the little ones take a bath or two once or twice <br />Emotions heightened here in the market square <br />Elders looks here and there rendering the gods panegyrics. <br /> <br />When the air became freshly clear and paths seems thread- <br />Able and buzzling trade resumes <br />To my humble self, minute passed like long years <br />Alas, the rain had flooded my things and stole my tattered roof.<br /><br />Prince Korede Abiodun<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-the-rain-30/
