Rain falls like a silver glass shimmer
Swishing, sweeping, slipping, sliding
Over bushes and onto roofs and splattering on
Heads
Lying in my driveway with my mouth open
I embrace the rain
The refreshing cold, the inescapable wet, the intoxicating reality
The only sound is that of the swaying trees
And the dripping and dribbling of rain
Covering everything in a dream-like sheen
Pampering my nose
The smell of freshly fallen rain
Like wine to taste
Engulfs the world
And in this moment
There is no world
There is only rain
Grass
Sky
Me
Lifting my hands in praise, in adoration
Letting the clear droplets fall in my
Eyes
Belly button
Mouth
And it tastes far more real, far more alive
Than anything I have ever tasted
hi gina.. lid da poem..it was nice... even i had some dat kinda feelin.. but i wrote a ll bit diff.. on rain.. u cn chck it out and lemme lnow..wt u think of dat..
Pure enchantment. Praise for your lovely rainscape.Write on, gina. Warmest regards, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
This poem made me feel alive. Well done.