The desert is jealous of the clouds.
Lonely below their shadow it awaits
its one true love - the rain.
It thirsts for its presence,
but is forced to watch
the clouds embrace it
and carry it off.
It is jealous too of the grass
in a far off city,
for the grass grows green
where hope is plentiful,
and long has it been
since the desert was privy
to the rain's gentle nurture.
Friends, the rain and umbrellas
greet each other every day,
and the desert can't help but
wonder if the rain ever
misses her too, or if
time since their last visit
has caused it to forget
the last time they kissed.
very well put, and very touching. when will the rain and desert meet again or will they be lost forever this time?
Splendid description of a wild nature...... Indeed rain is a lover whose lover never relished by the sand.... Contrasting desert with greenery is phenomenal...... diction n syntax entertaining the thirst of a arid zone
and the desert can't help but wonder if the rain ever misses her too, or if time since their last visit has caused it to forget the last time they kissed. beautiful imagination... you are gifted with the faculty of imagination. pl. make the best use of it in poetry. thank you. tony
Hmmmmm...you didnt let me down. Very good. Makes me wonder if...somehere...someone...was wondering what you were doing and if you thought about him.
A nice metaphor of the longing of two hearts, separated as the sky above and the earth below.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Long waited for a meet between rain and desert will be ended in tears of rain to pour love on the driest land again soon, as time fate them to meet again..just soon_Soul