Listening to rhythms of a morning rain falling around
me, loving it's cold drops touching and waking me up.
Taking steps into blessings of another day, moving
forward, unafraid and positive.
Stemming thoughts being put into vases where they'll
grow and blossom into beautiful flowers.
Watching as the rain continues to pour down undeterred,
vibrantly alive like hope glistening in rhythms of the
rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem and nice metaphors. I enjoyed reading your poem very much! I will definitely keep reading.