Exodus by Uche Osita James

When the trickling rain the heavens so richly  give  the earth ceases.

When the soul's longing diminishes

and the heart can no longer endure,

 I shall return.

When the maize plants blooms no more and the beans stalk all dry up.

When the savage wind ravages the land

and takes all its fruits with it,

 I shall return.

When  vision departs the weary eyes .

When the market place is desolate

and the Traders all flee in fear,

 I shall return.