From the West Clouds come hurrying with the wind Turning Sharply Here and there Like a plague of locusts Whirling Tossing up things on its tail Like a madman chasing nothing Pregnant clouds Ride stately on its back Gathering to perch on hills Like dark sinister wings: The wind whistles by And trees bend to let it pass In the village Screams of delighted children Toss and turn In the dim of whirling wind Women- Babies clinging to their backs- Dart about In and out Madly The wind whistles by Whilst trees bend to let it pass. (From 'An African Thunderstorm' by David Rubadiri) The poet varies the lengths of the lines skillfully
A. to show the speed,power and destructiveness of the storm B. to create pleasant sounds C. to conform to normal poetic practice D. to create a mood of fear E. to show his cleverness
