After the Rain by Kristina Rungano

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After the Rain

The spots triumphed in the afternoon light;

There where the sun had at some time forgotten its duty

And somewhere higher up

The leaves bristled in the breeze

Devoid of shame they shook their bodies

And there where butterflies had perished

The soft raindrops had found a home

And about places where friend and foe had roamed

A gentle light seeped thro’ from the white sky

And there the sorcerer’s hand

From when it touched the flakes of water, they glistened

Till from afar they looked like virgin clouds

And one could almost feel their twinkle.

Yet no one dared look into the heavens

Nor learn that this was a time of silence

No bird, nor insect; grasshopper, mosquito, fly

Dared venture there where lightning had left its mark

Flocks of humanity had begun to fly from the roadsides

And for the moment serenity had captured its whoring wards

For whom peace would never be complete

And when finally the sun found courage

One was surprised to find that evening had so prematurely

descended

And it was too late to disturb the solitude which crept in

Tomorrow the trees’d look a day more ancient

Yet still it would be

The same familiar beautiful Zimbabwe.