The Rain Woman Poem by Cristina Gheorghe

I am the rain woman
Who tinkles her silver bracelets
And twirls her multicoloured scarves
Along the dusty crenelated causeways,
On cobbled, winding streets,
Or in the middle of parched meadows,
Calling forth your drops
Which are reviving, refreshing, energizing.

You are the rain
Traveling far away in the sky
And often hiding
Inside the many-shaped, white, fluffy clouds.
You're so often absent, far too long,
And you forget to water the small flowers of the meadow,
The cobbled streets, the crenelated causeways of the castle
Come down! Revive them.