I think that it will storm tonight
a change of season comes
I hear a rumble to the north
where rain gods beat their drums
a drought has parched a grieving earth
and fire has scorched the land
as smoke and ash ignored my prayer
awaiting this command
the moods of weather come and go
like luck and life and death
just when we think the end has come
the storm will gather breath
the rain has come too late for me
but that is quite alright
at least tomorrow gets relief
the rain will fall tonight
Thanks. I hear thunder as I am typing this though I wrote the poem a month ago. It looks like we are finally getting relief from the Florida drought. Rain and grace have a lot in common. We need both.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We also had rain last night after a spell of terrible heat. This poem speaks to my heart for we have harsh summers and we are often waiting for rain. As always, your poem says a lot. It's not just about rain, it's about life n fate. A profound work. A huge 10.
Thanks Nosheen. Yes, rain is a great metaphor for grace and luck.