Smog is the silt and scum that keeps them from home.
Fog is the arrival and departure of those protecting, us and nature.
Rain is the cleansing and speaking of angels upward, watching and guiding.
They cover the sky to test our ability to live without the light.
They give all, the nourishment and fluid of life.
They are coming, don't miss their flight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mr rushton Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up