The sound of the starting rain
had caught her by surprise
and she watched each leaf,
as it had darkened
and changed colour
in front of her eyes.
the lashes of her eyelids
were glistening
but she stayed
and watched the rain.
the sound of it falling
was soothing
as she listened
and felt calm again.
the rain was mirroring
the falling of her tears
as she longed for her lover's embrace.
it would be her own teardrops
that kissed her
not her beloved'd lips upon her face.
Sylvia Lukeman
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Got to agree with Eric, a fantastic poem.