Colorless, multiple, miracle pieces of thread,
dropping down from a dark black cloud;
with a melodious touch on the roofs of men's dwelling.
Instantly turning into a flowing water as it kisses the earth,
useless for sewing but useful for washing the dirt of men,
and watering their seed sown.
I am a Nigerian residing in Benin Republic and I am a missionary. I started writing poem when I was in secondary school, but I lost the zeal along the line.I regained the zeal recently and I am trying to regain the skill.I believe as I keep at it I will get there. 'The Ordeal of A Young Poet' is a poem about the challenges I faced as I try to stage a come back to world of writing. .. To read more of my work visit http://poetmood.googlepages.com
The Rain
I love the imagery of threads from the sky!
Keep writing!