Lightning flashes, over the distant hills,
The smell of rain is in the air.
I love the way the the caressing wind feels,
As it blows gently through my hair.
A steel grey curtain, slowly descends,
Kissing the lonely land.
In a loving gesture, making amends,
To the parched and burning sand.
The tears come down on the grateful face,
Of the Earth and she's consoled.
Her pain and sorrow now erased,
The rain is welcomed to the fold.
6/21/11 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The wind really does caress and Earth does feel grateful for rain. I always seem to recall it raining whenever someone had died.. just a coincidence, naturally. :)