The first long rains
They remind me of you
Of falling in love for the first time
Of being in love with you
Winds are different each time
When they hit my face
Some blow loud
Some are gentle instead
Drops of rain
As they slide down my neck
It feels your touch
Rushing through my veins
As if you are near by
Holding me in your arms
The cold of thunder
Shadowed by your warmth
As they wet me all
You stand strong against me
They shall pass through you
If they want to reach me
I am close to you
But there is an urge to be closer
To say the unsaid
Or say it through the gestures
The first long rains
They remind me of you
My world had been so different
Had I be with you…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Ritu. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.