I woke whispering in the rain
The pelting so loud in my ears
I couldn't hear my own heart beat
The atmosphere thick in mist
Sounds of voices so low to the ear
Early morning in my bed.
I heard the voices of the rain
The cold windy voice said stay in bed
Too cold to bathe and
To early to rise for me
Drowning in a sea of bed sheets
I struggled to heave my body out.
I rose only to the whispers of the sun
Sunshine kissing my cheeks saying;
What a beautiful day for me to rise
Saying surprises for the day are yet to come
Out in the sun it was me out of bed
Finally the sounds coming normally.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
angels are whispering through the rain....