From the west <br />Clouds come hurrying with the wind <br />Turning sharply <br />Here and there <br />Like a plague of locusts <br />Whirling, <br />Tossing up things on its tail <br />Like a madman chasing nothing. <br /> <br />Pregnant clouds <br />Ride stately on its back, <br />Gathering to perch on hills <br />Like sinister dark wings; <br />The wind whistles by <br />And trees bend to let it pass. <br /> <br />In the village <br />Screams of delighted children, <br />Toss and turn <br />In the din of the whirling wind, <br />Women, <br />Babies clinging on their backs <br />Dart about <br />In and out <br />Madly; <br />The wind whistles by <br />Whilst trees bend to let it pass. <br /> <br />Clothes wave like tattered flags <br />Flying off <br />To expose dangling breasts <br />As jagged blinding flashes <br />Rumble, tremble and crack <br />Amidst the smell of fired smoke <br />And the pelting march of the storm.<br /><br />David Rubadiri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-africa-thunderstorm/
