N14, between Ventersdorp and Lichtenburg, Friday, 12 April 2013, around 17:30 in the Afternoon.
San Poem: The Rain that is Male
The Rain that is male is an angry rain.
It brings with it lightning loud like or fear.
It brings with it water storming, making smoke
out of dust
And we, we beat our navels with our rigid fists.
We, we press a hand, flat to the navel.
We snap our fingers at the angry male rain.
And we stand out in the open, close to its thunder,
We snap our fingers and chant while it falls:
‘Rain be gone quickly! Fall but be gone!
Rain, turn away! Turn back from this place!
Rain, take your anger, be gone from our place!’
For we want the other rain, the rain that is female,
The one that falls softly, soaking into the ground,
The one we can welcome,
Feeding the plains
So bushes sprout green, springbok come galloping.
Version translated from the /xam by Stephen Watson, Return of the Moon, Cape Town, 1991.