Sudden Storm: Poem by Pius Oleghe

The wind howls, the trees sway,
The loose house tops 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 the household wares
And where on earth's my son?'

Home skip the little children.
'Where have you been you naughty boy?'
The child feels nothing but joy,
For he loves the approach of the rain

The streets clear, the houses fill,
The noise gathers as children shout,
To rival the ranging wind without,
And nought that can move is still

A bright flash! Alighted plain;
Then from the once blue heaven,
Accompanied by noise that deafens,
Steadily pours the rain