Rain in Lagos

I hear splatters of rain in Lagos,

I hear the unrhythmic splash of the tears of cherubs,

Sizzling on rooftops and

filing potholes in Iyana-Ipaja.

Rain in Lagos,

The hours are wet and cold with misty air,

The torrent sweeps the Marina walkway clean,

floods the Ebute-Meta walkway,

and invades gated houses in Lekki.

Rain in Lagos,

Commuters scamper for shades,

Bus conductors hike their bus fare,

Third Mainland Bridge is gridlocked,

Cars crawls up to their destinations,

Rain in Lagos,

The salt seller hides her bucket of salt,

and the sleepy sugar seller counts her losses,

come rain, come shine,

Lagos lives, business thrives.