The Beautiful Traits Of The Rain Poem by Pedro Cescon

The Beautiful Traits Of The Rain



From the scents I know since my birth,
Rain's one is probably the oldest,
And near it all others bear dearth
In willing having rain's scent to best,
For rain's scent is sweetest in Earth,
It is creation of Earth's very breast,

From the sounds I reckon since creation,
Rain's one is probably most intimate,
For its singing fills me with a sensation
So seething, so kind and so great,
Yet so incomprehensible motivation,
That can calm my most burning hate,

I don't need a place to set,
For when rain falls then I'm at home,
And all my troubles I forget,
As long as the drops don't stop to come,
And the grass is kept wet,
And the cold air keeps me dumb,

I don't know how to explain this feeling,
Or why it is so important to me,
Neither why rain is the power of healing,
That I needed something to be,
Or why rain is so appealing,
Nor why it makes me feel free,

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