From out of the blues fall trinkets of cold chilling drops
Falling on sheets, pan-ta-pam-tam…
Craning necks peep through windows
Looking for the source of the disturbance
While children take to the muddy streets with excitement
Potters make haste to choose sites with reddish clay
Hawkers find shelter under half-built huts
Where the rain leaves them drenched .
Mother’s are seen chasing farm animals into homes
And father’s busily mending roofs
Termites soon fly out for nuptial flight
And darkness brings fireflies looking for their mates
Nestling’s cuddle under the arms of their mothers
As young children do
And wet logs prevent night bonfires.
The silence is disturbed by the croaking of frogs
Which strangely encourages the sleep of others
Abruptly ending the days’ activities.