Thank you for draining off,
the strain of waiting for
your drops on the panes,
from our brains.

Gently pelt, and leave
the leaves and the flowers,
to live and blossom,
bounties of grain to produce.

Calmly flow over the terrain,
tenderly soaking into the soil,
for lush flora to bloom,
and the fauna to relish.

Mildly sip into the earth
as the dust you rid off,
the air that we breathe.
Majestically flow
for the rivers and dams to fill
and the taps to flow without ceasing.

Carry not with you any pain;
wash away prophecies
of el-nino doom,
and treat us kindly.

Again, let you,
the rain, be gain.

Welcome, dear rain.

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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