African Rain

Dark warriors march across the sky
Uniforms of blue, grey, green
storm the city
I wait, I watch
Gods army flex its muscles
A whiplash bolt lights the sky
I count
One-one thousand, two-one thousand
ROAR!
The enemy is two miles away
A moment earlier the sky was blue
Light blue, fresh blue, clear blue
Another bolt
One-one thou…
ROAR!
Whoosh!
The load spills like a fountain from the sky
In a second I am soaked
I run for shelter
The battle continues overhead
With each peal of thunder more rain
Until the street becomes a river
White waters racing to drains
ROAR!
Whoosh!
Silence!
The army disappears, chased by the late sun
Who greedily drinks
A mammoth thirst
Quenched in minutes
Parched streets
No sign of rain