The rain is falling again.
Background music for the imagery in my head.
First, softly - Then it quickens.
Coming in waves it blankets me in desire.
The windows are fortunate.
From here I can only see it, but they can feel it.
I rock gently and release a sigh
counting the drops as the storm passes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this one....it's short, but powerful...great work