Rain now pouring down here in Phoenix, cleansing our
desert and replenishing i's nourishment, getting it
once again green and vibrant.
Loving to see the purity of rain dropping onto this
earth, finding a fresh and alluring smell of creosol
filling my mind with it's exquisite essence.
Loving it's scent as it takes me back to childhood when
walking through the desert on the way to school.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem