With these feet... I do stomp this ground,
with each thud...I want for thunder to sound.
I kick up this earth...to bring us a storm,
the darkest of ever rain clouds, I need to gather and form.
Lightning and thunder...may come, blessed on me,
wind blown hail, come, with a surge grown sea.
I want a Dust covered sun, for in this darkness... I would have won,
as the storm I kick up....is slowly begun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem