Whenever rains drops,
A soothing feeling rubbing my back,
Its tendrils touches my spine,
Making me feel the cool of time.
Soil welcomes it for nourishment,
Quenching its thirst from a long drought,
There the blessing comes forth,
Some new shoots emerge from behind,
The harvest of the long waiting.
Rain comes as a blessing.
Always waiting for the blessings to come in our lives and when the blessing came suddenly, you accept it whole heartingly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Whenever rains drops, A soothing feeling rubbing my back, Its tendrils touches my spine, Making me feel the cool of time. I like this stanza because the words are rhyming. I like the way the words are written because its rare. We will just wait and be prepared for the blessings come in our lives because we didnt know, blessings are just came without given any hint. Just wait time will come. And maam i appreciate all the poems you write you're really a poet. Thanks Maam Susan.