Rains Again Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rains again

I write of rain,
Unlike Golchin.

His poem is Rhythmic,
A Beethoven's symphony.

He stood at his window,
In London,
Recalling the memories
Of childhood in Jungle.

I wear a hoody,
Yellow, plastic,
Let the clouds
Send their babies,
Like a song, on me.

They are calm
Sweat and soft.

I listen and observe
Change of season.

Adore and love
The mother nature,
Tranced, hypnotized.

My symphony is
Tchaikovsky's,
Or Mozart's.