Wind starts blowing,
Rain starts falling,
Overcoming the drought
That command life out of us.

Days of waiting,
Stylishly crept away,
Light sprung up,
Illuminating our gloomy soul.

Men are waiting,
Eagerly watching
Speculations says it's over,
But we saw an hand of hope.

Like the history of Israel,
"I saw a cloud of rain like hand" he said
After 3½ years of drought,
Yes! It's happening again, hope is rising

Hope is rising,
Men are happy,
Weeping may tarries till night,
Surely joy comes in the morning.

My dear citadel of learning,
Being stuck down by a thunder of inactivity,
With no man to trod upon its land,
Is feeling men are coming around.

Hope is rising,
I'm glad, it's rising.
Thank God, we aren't stuck forever,
Thank God, a glimpse of hope is rising.

#Òtáìbáyòmí