On my way to work,
I have to stop at Allen Avenue, to wait out the rain.
Two children walk past, wearing Sterling Bank raincoats,
More prepared than I will ever be for the day’s task.
I have always been fascinated by rain.
Its ability to force you to a stop,
Water on your tight schedule,
Softening the knots.
It’s one reason I haven’t completely stopped believing in God,
And by God, I mean nature,
And by God, I mean the power of a hurricane,
And by God, I mean the unbelievable strength of a tornado,
Cyclone Idai went through Mozambique, Zimbabwe and Malawi, a clumsy child running through a glass door,
A million lives broken in pieces that will never be put together,
If that is not a metaphor for God
Then I don’t know what is.
The Christians echo Elijah when they say God was not in the storm, and he was not in the fire. Then where is he?
I finally leave my seat and get into the first taxi, i see,
No one bargains in the rain,
Wabilahi Taofeek – says the sticker on the dashboard,
Maybe God only lives in stickers,
Even the rain can wash off.