At last the rains fall
The trees tall
Swings to welcome the rains in this scorching heat of mid-June
While I smile to feel cozy when shines the moon
Now overcast by the trailing clouds
Yet its beam falls on me like a divine grace
I bury those hottest days
And perceive the soothing rays
Of the moon fall on me
Or else how could I sleep?
How could I take a leap?
The next day to my work
The street dogs too have stopped to bark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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