The wind howls; the trees sway,
The loose housetop sheets clatter and clang;
The open window shuts with a bang,
And the sky makes night of day.
Helter skelter, the parents run,
Pressed with a thousand minor cares,
Hey, you there! Pack up the house wares,
And where on earth is my son?
Home skip the little children;
Where have you been you naughty boy?
But the child feels nothing but joy,
For he loves the approach of rain.
The streets clear; the houses fill,
The noise gathers as the children shout
To rival the raging wind without,
And naught that can move is still.
A bright flash, a lighted plane,
Then from the once blue heavens,
Accompanied by noise that deafens.
Steadily pours the rain.
Exciting performance by Mshai Mwangola