Poetry

Rainmaker Tales, the first

When the green neighborhood dance to the call of the wild one

Dark are the skies, darker even are the clouds which stalked the rain

The wind came swift and slow; rushing at times as petals of flowers danced

To the music of the coming rain; to lullabies that made heads bounce 

And to the Forest people, to the clans that inhabits the wooded lands

A rainmaker was awake, perhaps trying his skills or yet just being mad! 

***
The lightning draw bizarre images across the dark firmaments 

Causing the trees to look like knights with forks on the foot path

Silhouettes of mud huts stood motionless in the fiery wind surge

Exposed to danger: the rainmakers ire, the villagers try to dodge
The day turns to night, helter shelter is the song of the hamlet

When the rainmakers strength leaves him or his tools* spent,

He let’s the strong breezes to rest on the call of the wild one*

But they wait on the mans call, him whom had mastered the rain

Note: In Africa, people are capable of making rains fall. Most of these people are the native traditional doctors, those reverred to have access to the wisdom of ancient and dead beings and spirits.  
Tools*:  the rainmaking tools of the rainmaker which comprises of leaves, herbs, and other condiments. 

Wild one*: it is obvious that the rainmaker and the wild one is one and the same person. Or yet can be the source of the rainmakers powers. 

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