It sounds like rain
big rain
the kind that hurts
if you tip your face
back
and catch drops on your tongue, ill advised.
But whether the rain hits hard or you stay
inside
it
screams thunder, and you must pay
attention enough to hear
the storm crows call,
telling you you arent safe
or strong enough
or big enough
or happy enough
but you dont know betterr
and you believe him when he calls
and the storm crow gets your goat
in his talons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem