WHY I LOVE THE RAIN

(For my three children who were born  in Britain and live in Britain and are active members of the  Facebook  family. They are Azi Azonga (F), Tayong Artist TYN Azonga (M), and Lum Azonga F), so that they don`t forget what rain is like on the other side of the globe. Rain is rain but it does different things in different places).

I love the rain

I love it when it drizzles

But I also love it when it pelts

Hailstones come as the icing on the cake.

I love to run in it

And let it rain its bullets on my body

I love to shower myself in its free water

I love to open my mouth and fill it up

And then like a thirsty lion, gulp it down.

I love to walk in rain water

All of that with my bear feet

It tickles the soles of my feet and makes me jerk

Sometimes it threatens to sweep me away

I love to stand back and watch it sweep away

Those odd pieces and boxes and tins

But not our play things.

I love to hear the sound of falling rain

As it lashes out at our metallic roofs

And deafen us with its sound

But rain on rooftops lulls me to sleep

And I love that

I love to rush out basin in hand like my mother

And trap the falling roof rain for home use.

What I hate is the thunder

It`s not friendly

It struck down our neighbour

And burnt up our garden tree

The sudden and loud lightening flash

Frightens our chickens

And send then scuttling away

Why did thunder and lightning have to come

And spoil the show?