Ice is melting from the eyes of grey sky
Caressing the raw flesh over my frail chest
This rain has made me decree
Without any fear of being mistaken
By the juvenile minds and budding hearts
“Like the touch of rain she was”
March 03,2009
i've a fascination for rain...and my poetry made me realise it as all i wrote on rain came out unknown to me...the last line is just beautiful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are in tune with the rain. Superb last line. Kind regards, Sandra