An entry in the Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
Out of nowhere darkness emerges.
The sun’s shining face is nowhere to be seen.
The clouds rumbled and the wind starts to blow.
The rain is coming.
Kids are excited while mothers scrambled to remove wet clothes hung on the line to dry.
Out onto the streets commuters rush home to avoid the whitewash.
When the rain comes everybody will re-treat to safety.
Within minutes the street will be empty as the rain tumbles down.
The stage is set for the rain to dance.
A while ago the frogs have been crocking all night.
The heat so unbearable and the night so restless as humidity sets in.
Outside the air remained still and the leaves of the trees motionless.
The night sky unremorseful without the moon.
In no time the heavens will open up and the rain will come tumbling down.
First just droplets then followed by a mighty roar.
I wonder will the rain last for just few minutes, an hour, a day or a week?
Will it even matter at the end?
Soon we will find out for the rain is coming.