When my clouds formed in my sky

It called the rain, I saw with my eye

Then it called the storm

Which stormed with lightning


There was flooding and I was soaked

My umbrella flew away, I nearly choked

The rains camouflaged my tears 

So all they saw from afar was my soaked being


But soon the sky cleared

And my sun appeared

Amazing how men were the first to see

And came to kneel on my dry land

 Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


To my readers: Every sky tears up

                         And cannot shut the storms up

                         It doesn’t stay that way forever

                          All we need is to give it time

                          So don’t mind my rhyme.

                          Whatever it is you’re going through,

                          Just know after the rain, the sun will shine.


By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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