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It’s a matter of time,
When the skies would lose it’s prime;
As parched as the air would become,
The sun will make the earth it’s home
Dry season?
A period only an African man would understand,
But can he withstand?
Withstand its harshness,
The first few months of the year;
Would be as spicy as the Cameroon pepper
But mankind would show it’s mercy;
Bringing in rain,
March would be a blessing to all,
Bringing out the greenery in each vegetation,
And the animals there in –
Would sing in delight as a nation,
Then again, a day would come;
When the clouds would cry no more.
A/n:no one ever notice it, but the rain is a blessing
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Under the heavens ||𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲
PoetryThe clouds formed; embracing everything under the heavens...everything that mankind had created...every heavenly body...every breathing being...every existing event...everything within the earth. ☁☁☁☁
