When woke suddenly by nightly mysticism
Druming haphazardly above my ceiling,
Singing rhythm of rain-icefall from heaven;
The night seemed colder, my roof seemed louder.
Would such had been, if
Gerard stone coated roof I used?
From my bed I stood:
Switched off my Air-Conditioner,
Tightened my window blind,
Slotted Celine Dion
To lead me back to land of sleep.
Should it be in poverty days,
I would be spreading bowls in the rain.
Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings flying)