The children are out
Three of us
I
A child and another child
Playing rough under
The scorching sun
Just three of us

We pray
For some rain
Just few drops we needed
Just few like
A shower or two

The rain began
Heavily
With lightning
And thunderstorms
Nonstop

We have no shelter
No umbrella
No clothes
No shoes
Only panties to cover
The nakedness
We are yet to discover

It's then we remember
How the rain
Is our ultimate shower
Our dancing point
It's splashing
The beats

So we danced
Father
We danced and danced
Till the lightning
Called us home
Without a fight.
© Sobobola