Soft Rains Of Isinya Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

When those soft rains began,
even trees swayed for fun,
We waited for drops of rain,
endlessly...

Norah asked if I was mesmerised,
about the cold and warm infused,
We saw the mist and felt the dust
formlessly...

Grass was mowed to form and shape,
beneath our feet and felt so dope,
we watched the sway and held the grip,
sugestively...

When the night was falling along,
we stood at the balcony watching,
the stars studded sky pausing,
patronizingly...

It profusely rained that night,
torched by ambience of neon light,
so unifying like a birthright,
Romantically...