Strange Stranger Poem by Chenjerai Mhondera

The noon was angry
in mood swings
flying to and fro
like a pendulum

hurrying clouds refusing
to be dusted off,
One by one
tear-drops
showers
and thunder bombs.

in fury, in misery;
the sun faded in choking cloudy haze mist,
the trees bathed
nature curing from thirsty;
her soring dry throat.

who believed his message?
to whom was he revealed?

May weather
May wither,
To birth moon;
and millions stars