Like rain in the desert,
Built in the sky,
Sporadic yet needed,
You’re a feast for my eye.
Trembling and sighing,
Waiting for you,
The gusts of your rush
Always make the world blue.
I urge you to linger;
Drench me today;
Stay for the blossom
Growing up in your way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it, especially the first two lines, nice comparison kevin