I opened the window and the fresh air blow upon my face.
The clouds are getting darker now.
I lingered near the window for the rain.
Swiftly rain came down.
My heart and spirit began to soar.
Rain speaks to me words of love.
Cold winds touch my face,
they whisper to me your name.
They make me yearn for your presence.
I can hear your voice very clarion and tender,
in lieu of the rhythm of the falling rain.
That soothes my heart and soul.
I precisely wish you were with me,
to do things I just love to do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem