Rain

The rain is a friend

that comes from above

sometimes we pick a fight

it is our wont;

she beats me, whips me

makes me feel dumb

What friendship is this?

What slavery is this?

Rain, rain

the daughter of nature,

come apologise

to the daughters of men,

don't stop

releasing you goodness

just halt

at the point of our weakness

I will take orders from you no more,

absolutism in friendship I refuse,

for years i was tricked; millennia

of grief

our friendship has made me

a man of troubles

This is man versus nature,

our presumed friendship now sour,

thank the heavens my eyes were opened,

thank the heavens i listened to the flowers

Dear rain of the twenty-first century, I

have taken off the garment of worship; the

daughters of men refuse to be controlled;

we detest curfews from friendships so-called

    -Olawale Ibiyemi