The very last sun arrives, at long last,

On the tail of this year’s very first moon.

The dry season survived in all the rooms.

 

At last, the rainclouds are gathering

In some few days away from this hour.

 

The last sun arrives, at long last,

On the tail of this first moon

After the dry season lived in this bungalow.

 

May the water pour heavily

To arm the next set of weeks;

Plans are solid and nice.

 

The last sun arrives at long last,

On the tail of this first moon.

The dry season lived in all the rooms.

 

Welcome home, O looming rain.

Double up, because fire is burning somewhere.

 

~ Evans Owusu Kissi (Abotreh)

 

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