Raining is as raining does
upon my open door
it seeps upon the tinted screen
and melts upon my face
holding jackknives in, around
falling softly to the floor
quickly, quickly, sings the sky
screaming as the lightning
rushes by the roaring thunder
holding in my breathing
soaking, soaking
all but rinsing
shredding from the sky
endless waves in full extent
of laughless lullaby
it carries on in brisk command
with nothing in it's way
a steady army, white brigade
a kamakazi sigh
a force no man can master
a wall without a name
a steady driving blinding light
that's gone within the hour
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I would like to translate this poem
We have had a severe heat wave here in Mississippi, no rain for months...and last night it poured, and I live in a house with a tin roof...and all I could think was 'thank you Lord, for the lovely sound of rain.....' and thank you for this poem!