Rain,
the water that washes away
all our unborn sins,
cleansing the streets we walk
and the buildings we see.
Rain,
the falling waters of life
that lets the earth drink
when it is parched
from the sun's scorching rays.
Rain,
from showers to downpour
and any coming storm
within its waters
our heritage is born.
15 August 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a lovely and unique slant on rain. Much enjoyed reading it! Great piece...