The voice of heaven
What is it you call the dribs of rain
What is it you call the waft of breeze
that peels off your ceiling?
The melody of pellet drizzles
That remands you for the while it drips?
Whose voice is the angry thunder
That crack your eardrum?
Wait until the eyes of heaven weep you a deluge
Wait again until the deluge meets a tsunami
And makes its way into your fortress
Wait until it pays you a visit at night
In the coastal plains of Lekki
For Heaven to speak again.
meet the poet: Shittu Fowora
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