By: Bamgbose Gabriel  

The trees dance
As the heavy wind whistles
Like an umpire in the green field
Opening the long-awaited march
It’s about to rain

The hackles of the firmament
Has risen, risen and ready
To vent their anger
That has long been held
By the jinxed supplications
Of those sage hags
It’s about to rain

Now the face of Heaven
…is dark
And the voice of Heaven
…is furious
Now the bands of Heaven
…are hyper-active
And the parades of Heaven
…are marching –
marching forth
amidst the frenzied
rolling of drums
and the violent
hooting of feet
a procession prepared
to take it by force!
It’s about to rain