An excerpt from the "Rain Essays" and 
part of my book of poetry.
Rain on the Face of Africa
The great Serengeti’s broad face lies in the African sun,
dry, weathered, cracked, thirsty for the season’s tears
Storm clouds gather on her brow like an old lady’s curls
Promises, promising, an empty promise
The rains are too late. The children of the Serengeti
lie down on her dusty bosom, never to rise again
A desperate waiting fills the air Continue reading “Rain essays and more from this writer…”