The early morning fresh rain
Gentle like blues
Dance away the grey dawn
Dance away the silence
The soft drizzle
Falling on my chin
Dancing into my eyes
Wetting my memories
I walk in the lightsome rain
Arms open to hug the rain
The gift you send from heaven
I forget your absence on 30 June
This is such a tactile poem. We can feel the rain refresh us just as it refreshed you. And that's the primary meaning of tactile, but I sensed another aspect of it. Everything in this poem is close at hand, nothing is far away or really absent.. And that's especially true of the person you address in the last stanza. You dont tell us about this person but whoever it is or was is fully present in the gentle touch of the rain, and that is just a beautiful consoling thought.
Lovely poem. I can feel the soft coolness of the rain, even as I read it. Such are the gifts of nature; and rain is one of them. You have brought out the wonder of it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With beauty of nature! ! With the muse of the rain. Nice work.