DAUGHTER OF THE RAIN
By Njonjo Mue
When the horizon
suddenly grew dark
and distant thunder
announced
her majestic approach,
men panicked,
women fled,
youths scattered.
running helter-skelter
to find the nearest shelter.
But not I
I stood here.
Alone.
Waiting, hoping, looking up.
Desiring to get cleansed,
beginning to get soaked,
but needing to meet her,
pleading to know her name.
Then down she came,
pure energy cascading.
A soothing drizzle at first,
then an impatient pounding.
Escorted by light and sound;
and oh, so cleansing.
Watering this thirsty ground.
Heralding a new beginning.
Come, daughter of the rain,
usher in a new season for me,
lonely child of pain.
Approach elegantly from afar.
Refresh, replenish,
scare off the dust,
and chase away
the scorching heat
that’s enveloping
my heart.
suddenly grew dark
and distant thunder
announced
her majestic approach,
men panicked,
women fled,
youths scattered.
running helter-skelter
to find the nearest shelter.
But not I
I stood here.
Alone.
Waiting, hoping, looking up.
Desiring to get cleansed,
beginning to get soaked,
but needing to meet her,
pleading to know her name.
Then down she came,
pure energy cascading.
A soothing drizzle at first,
then an impatient pounding.
Escorted by light and sound;
and oh, so cleansing.
Watering this thirsty ground.
Heralding a new beginning.
Come, daughter of the rain,
usher in a new season for me,
lonely child of pain.
Approach elegantly from afar.
Refresh, replenish,
scare off the dust,
and chase away
the scorching heat
that’s enveloping
my heart.
© Njonjo Mue
1 May 2003.
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