It hasn't rained here, yet.
I long to hear those
early lone drops patter on the
earth dusting off
a damp breath, and how!
I believe love is as
warm a feeling as being
wrapped in the cool breeze
that brings that earthly fragrance
and the knowledge that it
comes from the direction
which beckons me
on the road to
my Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem