In the dark of that night
Light and colour was all I could see
Though these eyes remained shut
In my mind, glorious gardens it would be
Soft pitter patters upon my tin roof
Through which a rainbow was revealed to me
But even though it was cold outside
The warmth felt in my soul let me be free
Pitter patter, what a glorious sound
Oh, beautiful rain what a magical scent
Dark turned to light seemed so profound
But so clear was my mind, that off to sleep I went
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the smell of rain, the perfume of new growth. Bob