Rain

You ate to your fill that night,

photocredit- Adrian McDonald

Mother advised you use the bathroom

She could see the moist future

For “what an elder sees sitting,

a child won’t see standing”

At least so they say, this adage applied tonight

You said you were fine

She insisted, you declined

She smiled and went to sleep

Right in the heart of your rest,

Your sky became heavy,

It began to rain; and you enjoyed the downpour

So you continued raining

Too late, you woke up wet

Your village people had finally gotten to you

Quickly you changed your clothes

The cock didn’t wake you up this time

It was mother’s right hand that crew on your back

Then you understood,

That “prevention is better than cure”.