I always think my feelings are tied to the weather.
When there are days I don’t talk to you,
it seems to rain endlessly.
When there are days I talk to your for hours,
the day could not be any sunnier.
There was a time where I did not talk to you for months,
those months were dangerous times for my people to live in.
Hurricanes would appear out of nowhere and destroy what I most hold dear.
At nights, stars appear and I wish to every one of them to bring me to you.
Right now is raining, has been all night and all day,
because I have yet to talk to you today.
You are my sun and my moon and my peace of mind.
You give me hope when there is none.
But you disappear some times,
and I never know when you’ll be back.
It scares me to think I might never again talk to you.
I just want to let you know that I am here,
waiting for you to take away there black clouds around me.
The rain will always be tears coming down from my eyes.
You disappear,
and I am nothing but a dark cloud in the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And he his presence emits comfort, but his absence emits discomfort. Lovely.