Portharcourt rain leaves footprints of
Sad stories. I have been there
Trapped in the deluge
I have tasted the cold tears of the sky
I have seen the evil grim of the cloud
I have listened to the claps of thunder
I have danced to the unkind music of rooftops
I have seen the ugly pictures of lightening
I have felt the wrath of blizzards
I have been frozen by the arms of cold
I have seen sun run in exile
I have heard the groaning of trees
I have also searched for Noah's ark
I have seen floating buildings on pathways
In the face of all these evidence
How can I deny the facts?
PortHarcourt rain often bares its fangs
It has stretched its fangs at me
How can I deny the facts?
My own roof have been flung open
My hut swims freely with rubble
My floating mattress ferry me
O! Wicked PortHarcourt rain
Your footprints brings pain, scars and tears
I am humbled by your lessons
And I keep to my knees and prayers
"Baba God, please bring back our clear skies"