Oh clouds of the air!

Mighty remains thy title,

till the end of days.

Oh stormy clouds of thunders,

lightenings beneath and

above thy fortress.

Thy tears replenishes the earth.

Thou art the reason flowers blossoms.

Thou art the reason we appreciate

the sunshine in its most

scorching hours.

Clap! Clouds of thunders,

but do not deafen our ears,

so we might hear thy cry no more.

©️ Victor E. Ojei, 2024.