Gentle breeze is the father of rain,
Soft wind is the father of cloudburst,
Rain will not drench me today;
Rain will pack its belongings and go away.
The antelope is humming,
The buffalo is grumbling,
The pig grunts in its belly.
Words have angered the red monkey,
But today he was given the right words
And his anger will disappear.
Yoruba, Nigeria.
