It hadn't rained for months
The earth was beginning to turn in on itself
Forming a hard, crusty shell
Against the harshness of the world
Then, it happened....
The rain came
She sat at the bottom of the staircase
On the last step
Staring out the large glass windowpane
The rain held promise
In its rhythmic patter it whispered....
'Don't despair! Don't despair!
I am washing it all away! '
And so it was
Down the black tar of the streets
Endless clear and sparkling rivers formed
They carried with them all her tears
Leaving behind
A clean fresh path
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the symbolism of the rain carrying away all her tears (and maybe fears) . Well done.