Farther than the semi-dark hickory hill,
clouds gather over the picturesque valley
of this vast region engulfed by a chill...
as misty rain comes to evoke spring's beauty.
Its gently pelting raindrops slowly quench the trees' thirst,
flowers return to life...it hasn't rained in fourteen weeks:
morning and noon with only sun and no soothing breeze;
Nature was too dry and farmers expected the worst.
Fall, raindrops, fall until evening
to make room for a clearer sky with an ascending moon...
nobody awaits nightfall, fearing darkness while crickets croon;
rejoice hopeless roses, your petals will overjoy the living.
Finally the whitest moon reappears into the Heavens,
it will not miss another night and lovers who'll feel dilly;
why did it wait behind clouds as misty rain came to evoke spring's beauty?
Oh, let those moon rays reach me and make this motionless body dance!