I bless the rains down in Africa
Something wonderful happened this last week…
Beautiful, giant raindrops fell from the sky
Making steam rise from the hot tar roads
The birds sang
The dust settled
The farmers danced;
Some frolicked in their underwear in sheer delight
The elephants for once did not seek shelter
Their trunks chasing quenching drops
It’s been so hot and dry and scorched
The land cracked and brown and parched
Drought- it’s as harsh as its pronunciation
So when the rain came
It brought with it joy.
Children stomped in puddles.
Umbrellas were left unopened, arms instead lifted up in celebration
We basked in the pleasure, of falling asleep, to the sound of the rain
It’s been so long, I’d forgotten how soothing a lullaby it can be
Social media and the weather report echoed the same
We pressed pause; we all forgot
To gossip and complain and rant and rave
We forgot about black and white; and differences; and anger
Road rage; traffic; Zuma; the cricket score; the tax on wine
Like petulant children, who had been scolded and embraced by Mother Earth
We put aside our incessant squabbling
For one moment in time —
We were all just planet dwellers
United in our gratitude
For a simple raindrop or two.
How sad it is that humanity cannot always see the forest for the trees.