Home I Think It Rains-Wole Soyinka

I Think It Rains-Wole Soyinka

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I think it rains
That tongues may loosen from the parch
Uncleave rooftops from the mouth, hang
Heavy with knowledge.

I saw it raise,
The sudden cloud, from ashes. Settling
They joined in a ring of greys, within
The circling spirit.

O it must rain
These closures on the mind, binding us
in strange despairs, teaching
Purity of sadness.

And how it beats
Skeined transparencies on wings
Of our desires, searing dark longings
In cruel baptisms.

Rain-reeds, practised in
The grace of yielding, yet unbending
From afar, this, your conjugation with my earth
Bares crouching rocks

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