From what I have learned
it's not from Seminole
as often is the claim,
but it is aptly named.
The wet Florida heat
rides on an east wind.
Love is a summer storm,
lovers safe from harm.
There is peace in thunder,
the natives knew it well.
The full moon of July
is an earth god's reply.
Whiteness in lightning,
a spirit gesture to heat,
hails the thunder moon
embracing the afternoon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem