The sky changes gray.
Heavy clouds move faster and stop the sun to shine.
glaucous gulls straggle with wind’s blow
find their trend over the waves
the heerman gulls join them,
bring by the wind, in the scramble for food.
Usually they do not go so far,
they stay offshore in their kelp-beds.
A fine rain starts to dropp over red cedars,
lodge pole pines and the western hemlock –
million of fine crystal needles.
They hit their thick skins
Birds dance into the whistle for half an hour completely wet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem