Rain splashes around,
Heaven cries its tears.
Thunder crashes in the ears,
Screams its frustration.
Lightning blinds the eyes,
Unable to see truth.
Wet, noisy, blinding storm!
Heartbreaking, defeating, dark storm!
The storm will quiet, the storm will sweeten,
Even this shall pass away.
And now all is said and done,
Sweet fruit and crop have finally sprung.
Highly fluctuating imagery with reverberating sensations...Great One Darlin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope is what we live on, very beautiful and it takes the reader to far imagination, I feel that I was flying over all my fears, really this one helped me a lot ((better than the joke hehe)) :)