As the summer storm moves slowly across the valley,
intense winds push forward, clearing the way.
Calmness brings on warm cleansing rains,
lasting until portly clouds are exhausted.
My love is a storm, proceeding gently
igniting love that had once been whisked away.
Our hearts, moved by air currents, smoothing over
feelings that once held love in solitary bondage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem