I’m sitting here on the ground, begging.
Begging the sky to open up and pour down on me.
The ground is my home and I need the rain to keep me safe.
On this ground, by you,
I need some peace and relaxation.
I need the rain.
Looking up at the clouds, all grey and puffy.
They want to burst open I just know it.
They want to soak me and dampen this ground where you lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem