(RE: “I THINK IT RAINS”, BY WOLE SOYINKA.)
The sky clears his throat,
Stamps sticky sputum
Upon the chest of the mountain.
Agbeko* whimsically retorts,
Washing that impetuous insult
Down the brows of the valley
With a stream of gushing granites;
Before the drowsy dawn opens
His eyelids, yes, it rains.
*Agbeko is a mountain in Ikosin, Ifelodun LGA, Kwara State, Nigeria.