I had to laugh. You sounded a little like you were trying to convince yourself. Looking up into the endless clear blue sky, "The rains are coming." I spent years in Africa (considerably north of you). It never rained ... although, in fairness, we never tried to induce it with poetry. :-)
Nice poem.
Quill
did rain that evening! My "raindance" worked... :-)Haha @quillfire. You read it right! But I'm glad to tell you, it
@reonlouw,
Guess who just found a new ... and lucrative ... profession!!! Marketing, though, is important. Everybody likes a good story. You'll need to grow a beard, buy some beads and learn to hop around on one foot while you recite. It's call "Performance Art" for a reason.
Quill