The gentle precipitation
I was not aware it had been raining all night
it fell so silently and still did, the gentleness
of all things precious, the intense beauty of
of an earth and plants soaking up the gift
and not splashing the rain down making furrows
and rivers full of debris. Mind it had been a strange night
When I woke up during the night I walked
Like an athlete to the loo, and thought is God telling
me something letting me have a happy day
before switching off the light. Even though it was night
I decided to make it a morning than I fell
asleep with the sun on my face and it was ten
in the morning and I could still walk like an athlete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem