THE RAINFALL

A mild breeze
passes by and by
the botanies swings left and right
the cloud outworn grey
and the silent rhythm
continue buzzing for long

The breeze
runs sharply
and the beings walks
briskly to their abode
grabbing their fabrics from
the incessant air has it continues
to expose their jagged bareness
the little ones clip to their mother's back
and trying to sneak from the unseen breeze

Legs flitting away
as the lightning continue cracking
in the firmament
with half closed view
they walks, running
praying to escape the
coming present
halt at a time
it sounds like stones thrown on the house cover
it sounds, falling
from an unknown realm

composed by
Reborn bukunmi