The children of men have come to me, <br />They say to me <br /> 'Give us our word for the rain, <br /> And so to the rain.' <br /> <br />The rain maker stands, betwixt <br />The faces of men and their retinue of wealth, <br />And the liberty at the heart of the rain. <br />But the great man of thought… <br /> <br /> '-The rain sleeps, when it wills <br /> Let it be, lest <br /> Its restlessness grows <br /> Mightier than my chest - <br /> <br /> '-Let men mourn with the rain, <br /> As does the rain…'<br /><br />Igwe Kalu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ii-a-traversal-of-the-great-rain-maker/
