Sisi IN THE RAIN by Grace Sharra
Name: Grace Athauye Sharra
PenName: Grace Sharra
Genre: Poems
Profession: Secondary School teacher
Location: Bunda-Lilongwe, Malawi
Sisi IN THE RAIN
Sisi loved the lustrous lick of the rain onto her skin
She loved dancing with arms flung about her hugging the raindrops and claiming them for her own.
Sisi had a bubbly laugh that rippled with irrepressible joy in the rain
Her feet would go pata-pata-pata-pata to a rhythm deep in the rain and her soul.
Sisi said the sound of the rain could felt in the bones
that rain was a communion, sacred and gods.
Sisi made me pick out different melodies of the rain
and so I loved me a good downpour on a quiet day
discovered a sleep formulae in its soothing songs.
While just outside Sisi hailed and claimed the raindrops and let them lick her clean.
She said she felt our ancestors in the rain
and I beloved when we finally went we too would return as rain.
Sisi wanted to go on a day full of grey and mist;
She'd live to old age, sin and offend the sense and sensibility of many then on her deathbed ask for her last sacrament for redemption
then she'd go and dance in the rain forever.
Well, Sisi never lived long; the last sacrament stormed upon her
and there was no rain the day we buried her
Buy the skies opened up barely a week later retching up napoli angry enough to drown Noah's ark
And something in me broke because I couldn't hear Sisi's voice in the water monster
There were no pata-pata-pata-pata of 'happy feet in the watery ghostly march
And in my bed all I could think of was Sisi lying forlorn and forsaken in some uncleared bush
her feet frozen forever, her body afloat in all that water
And there was no beauty at all, the rain was always cold and ugly
I never slept comfortably again in the rain.
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