I saw a little girl once, standing in the rain.
Her dress was streaked with water,
Her face was streaked with pain.
She made no attempt to move away to find a drier spot,
But stood so still, it touched my heart;
I wondered what she thought.
Her pretty dress began to sag from the water that it held,
But her feet stayed firmly planted;
No words her tongue would tell.
Although her body kept so still, with her face she tried to smile,
But the pain put up such a fight,
It seemed to take a while.
Her fingers must have wrinkled, standing there so long.
She made me understand that day
What it meant to be strong.
A child not fit to bear such a load, in water or in pain,
Had taken time to stop and give
Her gift there in the rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem