The Rain

It pours on the roof of the house,
His heart pounds on the roof of my mine,
He'd flinch at every lightening and storm;
It's OK, I'd whisper, It's just another rain.

As a child I'd beat every storm home;
See the apocalypse in every dark cloud,
No one dare sent me out when it rained
Or whenever its promise laddened the sky.

Of all the traits I share with my son,
This would be one I'd rather take away.
Though my ombrophobia is long gone,
His has just begun.

Jude Ifeme

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