RAIN


It rains here 40,000,000,000 drops at a time
All of it over my head
Yet my hair grows not an iota.
Bald is barren I now understand – and rain is clearly bald.
Rain is clearly barren and I have seen it playacting
Roaring as thunder
Blinding as lightning
Raging as storms
All just to get a lick of salt at sea,
Not to grow hair.

© OLUOCH-MADIANG’, 2012

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2 responses to this post.

  1. Baldness, unlike rain, should never be wished for, for when it strikes, it does so with rage and a string of inconveniences wildly ensue. Oluoch Madiang, be careful what you wish for or you will regret.

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  2. Posted by Oluoch-Madiang's Poetry on January 1, 2013 at 19:37

    K’Oyuga, Oluoch Madiang’ has no wishes and is a complete stranger to the wishes involved in this poem.

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