Waiting For Rain Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Waiting for rain

Many years that went by
Have taught me about fall:
"Decisive is that rain..."

That rain is matchmaker
Matches the male, female.

Like days that bride, groom
Bowed, obeyed the elders!

The boys, girl, everywhere
Did not collapse on a bench,
Kiss, flirt, undress…

The "That Rain" has always
Shown magic with effect,
Medicine man, trickster.

The colourful trees
Act as hen, wanting chicks
Shedding feather of the chest,
Suddenly, they shed leaves.

"That Rain" is wedding bell
In the church of "Nature"
Tells groom: "Undress! "

Then, arrives, heroic,
As does groom, down the isle,
The winter, for ruling.

Hear voice in eyes, mind
Calling "That Rain, "
"Please come."