Rain (Zimbabwe)

Godess Bvukutwa
Posted September 5, 2020 from Zimbabwe
3 Female Opposition Activists found after being abducted
3 Female Opposition Activists found after being abducted following a protest against government (1/2)

A gentle rain is so gentle it lulls a baby to sleep  It's puttering sound on the roof soothes and calms down the raging fires of an unsettled mind;  Fills the yearnings of an unloved heart  It is steady, it is consistent it is like that person who you can trust  A gentle rain is so gentle it flows down the cold glass of the window in a caress Making art, it draws watery pictures which hastily run down before you decipher what they could be, what they could mean

Rain is angry too, sometimes  It's first raindrop will hit you like a slap from a jilted lover; shocking and sudden Angry rain is so angry it doesn't fall, it bursts Like the rapture of a mother's  uterus whose baby dies because it was left unattended until too late Angry rain pours in a torrent, as if punishing the earth for unknown transgressions  It steals and destroys like Lucifer Like the senseless shooting of mankind on the streets of Harare  Fear is injected into the very brave with words which shake and unnerve like a thunderstorm. But unlike a rambling loud  thunderbolt their angry rain never carries empty threats  Theirs splits the skies with blistering  lightning Echoing their blistering threats to crush murmuring voices Leaving a trail of casualties smelling a mingled strange smell of rain and blood 

And when the angry rain becomes a spent force  We await the healing light drizzle  That one that soaks into the soul of the soil  Wetting it's dry throat It's the kind that lovers never feel yet clothes Cling to their warm moist skins because of it A healing kind of rain is forgiving, it cleanses And washes away past hurts  Unlike the rain sent to  'wash away chaff', Healing rain is sent by the  Creator of the People,  The Owner of the Land, The One sitting on the Throne of the Heavens 

But somehow the healing kind of rain never comes

This story was submitted in response to From Poetry to Paintings .

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Godess Bvukutwa
Sep 05
Sep 05

I continue to raise awareness on the human rights violations in Zimbabwe. Please help let the world know of state sanctioned atrocities on all voices of dissent.

Nini Mappo
Sep 06
Sep 06

Dear Godess,
Those images are heartbreaking:/ It is sad that these women's rights to freedom of movement and speech have been abused in being treated so unjustly for raising their voices against injustices by their government. I will join you to hope and pray for healing rain, rain that will cleanse, purify and speak new life to birth the Great Zimbabwe of olden times.

Hello, Godess,

Thank you for sharing with us the message of rain: the gentle and the angry. Angry rain is painful to the skin, while rain with acid can kill. The latter is an effect of a toxic environment. We surely need a healing rain, and I weep with you because this world surely waits for that healing rain to come. Thank you for raising awareness of what's happening in Zimbabwe. The photos you posted speak volumes. We stand with you.

You have a way with words. I hope you keep on writing, dear. Your pen is your power.

Beth Lacey
Sep 08
Sep 08

Such a sad and tragic situation

Chi8629
Sep 19
Sep 19

Thank you for sharing Sister.

J Brenda Lanyero
Sep 26
Sep 26

Hello Godess.
The pictures are just disturbing more so because it is on women...my heart bleeds.

I only praying for the healing rain from heaven above.

Thank you for sharing. You are brave my dear.