Before today’s poem; Heavy Drops Of Rain, let me tell you a little about my country’s weather.
In some part of the world, summer has already begun. This is for some places in the northern hemisphere. But for those of us from West Africa, there is no such thing as summer. Let me say we don’t use the word summer when we talk about sunny, hot weather.
Growing up in Nigeria, summer wasn’t commonly used. The only places I heard about summer were in my science classes and I was told it’s like our dry season – exactly what my West African country is during hot sunny weather.
So whenever our friends living in “Summer-Winter-Autumn-Fall” countries talk about summer in their part of the world, we from “wet-dry” countries refer to the periods in October, November & March as summer.
I don’t know how right it is to refer to these periods as summer.
A tropical country like ours has two seasons – Dry and Rainy/Wet seasons.
The dry or wet season is from October to April and is initiated by the hot wind coming from the Sahara desert to the north.
In the dry season, we have a period of extremely dry weather called ‘Harmattan’ and this is from December to February.
Harmattan period is characterised by the hot, dry and dusty wind – severe in the northern part where the desert air is first to hit. Harmattan is the time that the skin also gets very dry and flaky if not well moisturised
The rainy or wet season is the period of rain from April to September. May, June and July, are the months with the heaviest rain. Sometimes this extends to the second week of August before the August break.
August break is the period that rain stops for a while say, a week before returning again.
So, this is about my tropical African country – we don’t have summer but the name summer is now entering the mouths of our people gradually – I’m afraid soon our dry season will be know as summer. Again, I don’t know how ideal that is.
What is hot, sunny weather called in your country or the country where you reside? Summer? Dry season?
Today’s poem: Heavy Drops Of Rain by Florence Ezekafor
This is 4th of August and rain is still pouring every day in Nigeria but as can be seen, it’s dancing its last. Soon the dry season will be here.
Today’s poem talks about how rain makes us feel especially the heavy rain. During heavy rain, people tend to be passive as they wait for the rain to stop. Some people don’t like rain because it effects business and outdoor activities.
I love to spend this time in my bed if I happen to be indoors.
When I’m not indoor during a heavy rain, I miss my bed, believe me.
When indoor, as the rain starts to drop on the roof of my house, I feel so happy and relaxed – as happy and as excited as a kid.
A very important thing for me to do at that time is to abandon every work, lie down my cosy bed, and cover myself up from hair to toe with the softest and warmest duvet.
I don’t like the constant rumbling of thunder during rain but I like the sudden loud crack of thunder, the kind that could make me cuddle tighter with my duvet and literally make me want to vanish into its warmth.
But as the heavy rain begins to subside, I feel somehow as if my world is about to crash into something and wreck.
I feel that something so good is coming to an abrupt end and that doesn’t bring good feeling at all.
Oh! How I dislike the end of heavy rain
The Poem: Heavy Drops Of Rain
Listen to the melodious drops of rain
Tunefully pitter-pattering on the plain
The harmonious drops work to drain
Vicious brutes from the voice of men
Defaulted feelings, blissful in the main
Excitement grips tensed mood to claim
The willing blankets hands long to gain
Tired bodies pleasant warm to feign
Loud crack of thunder bodies to strain
Better the bodies love the face of rain
Creeping timely worries yield to chain
The minds jolly’s kept on a tight rein
Soon, worry’ll creep to wreck the brain
Hearts’ll moan as mouths sigh in vain
Time’ll come to leave the bliss in pain
When the downpour suddenly wane