The heavy clouds build up once more <br />Accumulating vast array <br />These clouds turn up the temperature <br />Building pressure hour by hour <br />In distant corners of the brain <br /> <br />They make me thirst for the kind of rain <br />That bursts as if shattering a dam <br />At first in almost hesitant flow <br />Then leaping with abandonment <br />Into a freedom void unknown <br /> <br />Thick limpid drops in Africa <br />Thudding down on a metal roof <br />Drowning out all sounds and sights <br />All music of the village life <br />Urgent European rain <br />Hammering on concrete squares <br />Leaving silver rivulets <br />To lap at seeds and tangled roots <br /> <br />These darkening low-hanging clouds <br />That tighten nerves and muscles both <br />Trap me in a time of drought - <br />Body tense, brow under sweat <br />The prospect of release at last <br />Enticing more than trails of stars <br /> <br />In the parched savannah plains <br />To catch the early drops that fall <br />I long to leap as high as clouds <br />And rush into the arms of rain - <br />To bathe the rain in my delight <br />Inviting it to fall again. <br /> <br />You are the clouds of silver rain, <br />The rain is where I love you most <br />And where your love washes my pain <br />And makes me whole, complete again.<br /><br />Frank Bana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-of-silver-rain/
