The wind was very much rich
As much as the dark and thick cloud
Like the rug of the Persian prince
Never a display that seems more proud

Pace increases as the first rain began to pour
Heather sketter as nobles sought shelter
And when the water embarks on its course
Non of the hoi polloi feels any better

But there were chants in the air
While the little ones take a bath or two once or twice
Emotions heightened here in the market square
Elders looks here and there rendering the gods panegyrics.

When the air became freshly clear and paths seems thread-
Able and buzzling trade resumes
To my humble self, minute passed like long years
Alas, the rain had flooded my things and stole my tattered roof.

Prince Korede Abiodun

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