Those little droplets that fall from the sky,
causing the birds not to fly;
It calms our minds and cleanses our souls,
But yet we see it as something so cold;
It brings us flowers after a winter thaw,
But all we remember is the damage it caused;
It renews the life of so many things,
But we just think of the inconvenience it brings;
Its beauty, freedom, future and growth,
A representation of a nation with hope.
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner
© 10/22/14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem