Head bent low,
Back turned,
The rain pours down around her,
The smells, and sounds penetrate deep into her soul.
She looks forward to feeling the warmth of the sun on her face, shining on the leaves seeing the shadows beneath, to hearing the birds singing again....
Intense sensations that wouldn't be known without the memory of the rain.
Angela Colburne
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sensual! Memory of the rain....that brings life! Wonderful indeed; D