It whispers to me, my personal Siren's call
The music lures me to where raindrops fall
The earth, alive under my feet
Every shining leaf a wondrous feat
The grass, more alive than I'll ever be
Rain pours faster, a crystalline sea
Lightning flashes, night now brilliant daytime
My mind now cleared of all reason and rhyme
Sheer madness, but of the best kind
A childlike joy that I rarely find
But then it's over, leaving a clear night sky
And wet ground to remember the magic by
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I would like to translate this poem
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