Rain

Those dark clouds,

Brighten me,

Lighten me,

Enlighten me.



The humidity of silence,

The calm before the storm,

The cool embrace of the air,

Suddenly defeat the might of the Sun,

And yang goes the yin.



Messengers from the firmament,

Moisten the farmer’s forehead,

And moisten his eyes,

With the tears of joy.

The cracks in the parched earth seem to disappear,

Swallowing up his miseries,

Which get mixed with the soil,

To yield him the fruits of his labour,



Without sorrow, there cannot be joy,

And without misery, there cannot be man,

For bliss is but a child of suffering.





The rain falls,

Lashes the streets with all its force,

But will the concrete go away, to let it meet its sister the soil,

And have an orgasm of the beautiful smell of wet earth.



It falls in sheets,

It falls in drops,

But will it be enough to fill the crevices in my heart?



Children play in the slush,

Adults fall into it,

After all, the rain is a return to innocence,



In the muddy puddles,

Paper boats sail, like hearts content, and like empty promises,

Plants green grow, as if the entire liveliness of life, was oozing out on this single day,

And faces glow, like faces glow.



The droplets hum a song of Nature,

Invoke the earth with the trumpet thunder,

Lighting like a spark of light,

Penetrates her,

And impregnates her, with the seeds of tomorrow,

And make her what she is- Mother Nature.



As the rain falls,

Clothes become wet,

Translucent with their unimportance,

Transporting us to nature,

Away from hypocritical morality,

And into the lives of our origin.



But this rain must not last very long,

Yin and yang settle their disputes peacefully,

The Sun has agreed to be kind,

And Winter will follow.

As for the rain, it leaves us with a seven coloured smile.



Oh this rain,

Brightens me,

Lightens me,

Enlightens me.