Dark clouds,
Blue and black,
Swirling in the wind.
Thunder and lightning,
Flashing and lighting up my room.
Rain pelts the window,
And hail falls from the sky,
A gift from heaven.
The beats of the rain against the house,
Are soothing and calm,
But fierce and dangerous.
I'm alone in my room,
And the dark starts to close in around me.
So I go outside.
I'm hesitant at first,
I don't want to get by the hail,
So I wait.
I awaken a while later to a soft thumping,
Of rain on cement.
I got up and slowly walked on the cold cement.
The drops fell on my cloths and my hair.
I slowly looked up and closed my eyes.
And feel the rain drops fall on me.
Finally I'm at peace with the world,
And everything around me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem