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NIGHT RAIN BY (John Pepper Clark)

The poem 'Night Rain' by John Pepper Clark captures the atmosphere of a rainy night, reflecting on the sensations and sounds of the rain as it falls. The speaker describes the mother’s efforts to manage the water in their home while evoking a sense of community and shared experience among those present. Ultimately, the poem conveys a feeling of tranquility and innocence as they settle down to sleep amidst the drumming rain.

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NIGHT RAIN BY (John Pepper Clark)

The poem 'Night Rain' by John Pepper Clark captures the atmosphere of a rainy night, reflecting on the sensations and sounds of the rain as it falls. The speaker describes the mother’s efforts to manage the water in their home while evoking a sense of community and shared experience among those present. Ultimately, the poem conveys a feeling of tranquility and innocence as they settle down to sleep amidst the drumming rain.

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NIGHT RAIN BY(John Pepper

Clark)
what time of night is
I do not know
Except that like some fish
Doped out of the deep
I have bobbed up blly wise
From stream of sleep
And no cock crow
It is drumming hard here
And i suppose everywhere
Droning with insistent ardor upon
Our roof thatch and shed
And throuh sheaves slit open
To lightning and rafters
Icannot quite make out over heard
Great water drops are dribbing
Falling like orange and mango
Fruits showered forth in the wind
Or perhaps i should say so
Much like beads i could in prayers
tell
Then on string as they break
In wooden bowls and earhenware
Mother is busy now deploying
About our room let an floor
Although, it is so bad
I know her praticed step as
She moves her binds, bags and vats
Out of the run of water
That like ants filling out of the wood
Will scatter and gain possession of
the floor. Do no tremble then
But, turn brothers, turn upon your
side
Of your loosening mats
To where the others lie.
We have drunk tonight of a spell
Deeper than the owl's or bat's
That wet of wings may not fly
Bedraggled up on the iroko,they stand
Emptied of heart,and
Therefore will not, stir,no,noy
Even at dawn for then
They must scurry in to hide.
So let us roll over our back
and again roll to the beat
Of drumming or over the land
And under its ample sooting hand
Joined to that of the sea
We will settle to sleep of the
innocent and free

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