When The Storm Blows Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Good rain falls today it's not splashing violently
down filling gutters and causing flooding, it falls
softly and is welcomed by the soil, grass and leaves.
Peaceful and lazy I stand in the doorway looking out
and I hear guns rusting quietly in the rain, as damp
ammunition fizzes white smoke, but does no harm.
If I could bottle peace of this un-heroic landscape of
Algarve and send it to Palestine; will it be drunk? Or
will they claim it's against their religion to do so?

I don't know, and you don't come calling me a seer,
it's just that all the peace around here is a waste and
it ought to be exported to those who need it