Sukhee Bukhbat

(Darkhan, Mongolia)

Rain


Rain, rain, rain
Come here and wash my sins.
Rain, rain, rain
Pour here and clean my soul.

I never use umbrellas.
I never refuse bathing my mind.
I never like to be under the umbrellas.
It is like a fake security,
I never know when it's going to fall off.

Rain, rain, rain
Shower here and set me clean.
Rain, rain, rain
Wet my hard soul-rocks and take them away.

After the rain I always feel like a new man,
A man with a new dream and a new beginning.
In period of time, the new dream might get dusty and rusty.
So then i will await the next rain.

Life is a game.
A game between the rains.
Life is a process.
A process between human and nature.

Submitted: Saturday, February 02, 2008
Edited: Sunday, February 03, 2008

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