Let it be
That the weather that gathers up West
And the clouds that hover over the coast
Lead us on
The skies are dark
The vallies creap up the hotness of a thousand years
We kneel with peeling skins
And the dry hurtful lips
The ground was hard of heat
The tall trees breed no leaves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Rain is a blessing from Mother Nature. We all pray for the rain time to time. The moments and the feelings before the rain are beautifully described in this poem. Great write! Thank you for sharing, Samuel. You may like to read my poem, “The Rain”.