Hot Rain Poem by Sammy Aswani Luyove

HOT RAIN

I see it falling,
As it showers on me like a hot geyser,
It wets my heart and I'm wading in it
Like a duck wading in the mud,
Its drops make me sweat
Making my heart throb like a tinsmith hammer,
And my ribs ache from the quarrel against
Its endless gongs, endless I must stress
In fact my ribs are soon bursting
Like a badly beaten drum
I stammer and drawl likes a baby,
So, what is it in the rain!

I'll not paste my lips and go mute
No. I'll not be silent,
No. I'll not drool like a hyena.
I'll not walk in the rain alone
Because you are the rainbow
So, I will count its colours
And call them names
And discover what burns in the hot rain
To cool the ache and throbbing in my chest
For the rain is hot.