A short sweet rain
Washed clean the sky
In the emerging moon's lust
Glowed the splendent dust.
The earth begged for a drop
Said the soil "it was my call"
Their joy would not stop
The leaves drank them all.
The rain was without might
Feeble its spell was brief
Yet it revived a summer night
As life's succour and relief.
My favorite lines: ...The rain was without might Feeble its spell was brief Yet it revived a summer night... It can be likened to how we feel about ourselves sometimes. We think the little that we have is not worth giving, but to someone it can be...As life's succour and relief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice write the leaves drank them all the rain was without might.