A Dusting of Rain
From a sky clear of clouds-
sunny and blue and bright,
through the air, clear of dust-
clean and clear and bright,
drops a sparkling drizzle of rain.
It will not last long, no clouds holding
buckets and buckets of water-
indeed the sun’s rays are strong and golden
from a blazing blue sky
but from thence come the drops of water,
glinting and golden, sparkling
like diamonds-
children play in this, a dusting of rain;
bright and cheerful, happy and content.
Unusual happening,
the rain and sun mixed,
sun not too hot, rain a sprinkly drizzle,
balm on the skin that it bathes,
quickly warmed and dried by the
golden sunshine-
It is beautiful, a
dusting of a drizzle of rain,
all mixed and sprightly with
the sun’s golden light and rays
a dusting of rain to polish the mind
and lift the heart to holy high praise.
©GayUganda 28 Nov. 2008
Err, this is not a dusting, but a deluge, more common than not in Kampala.
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