Colour the skies grey:
voila! Green becomes greener.
The rains pour magic.
- me
Grey clouds spread like
powder in the wind. Thoughts
of rain evaporate.
- Alaka
The grey clouds, the cool
winds, the amorous mood cry -
when will the rains come?
- me
Each one woos the rain
in their own way -
the peacock with its plumage,
the poet with her verses.
- Alaka
voila! Green becomes greener.
The rains pour magic.
- me
Grey clouds spread like
powder in the wind. Thoughts
of rain evaporate.
- Alaka
The grey clouds, the cool
winds, the amorous mood cry -
when will the rains come?
- me
Each one woos the rain
in their own way -
the peacock with its plumage,
the poet with her verses.
- Alaka
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