Winter's cast its magic spell.
Rain is streaming down the hills,
tracing sorrows to dispel.
Wind is whistling in indifference:
sparkling, surging, going in circles,
redeeming the world from all its suffrance.
Clouds are crashing,
their swords clashing.
Zealous, now, the sky is flashing.
Mist is making a dance with beams;
The world is lost in a hazy dream.
It will rain today and NEPA will seize the light
The firmament is dark, the cloud is enormous
The singing birds have fled
Everyone to its home
It will rain today, I’m worried
I have neither roof enough for storage
Nor grow fins to swim
My Bedchamber a harbour
for the looming flood
It will rain and flood everywhere
Motors will be trapped in the traffic,
Passengers will trek miles in group
And pedestrians will muddle the streets
It will rain today and farm road slippery
I will be drenched by the spit of the over drunk bushes,
Work in cassava plantation boring,
And father wont take no for answer
It will rain today and plants would rejoice
Happy plants will feed and feed mankind
Animals will eat and give us living
For it rains to bless mankind
It will rain; it will rain
The horrifying black sky scares me
A fair blue sky turns suddenly foul!
A calm refreshing breeze turns swiftly wild!
It will rain; look up the scaring skies
I wish you're the obedient Noah
Under the heavy cloud of the great flood
Who heeded the warning of the looming danger.
Wild ducks and grasses mingle so deeply this morn
I saw them beneath the blackish red sunny dawn
The sun rises behind the clouds, to cover it's face
And cry dip dip dip, now and then - this time anytime
Aroma has blown on the air, the message is floating
Everywhere: Night-birds --street-girls, drunk Romeos go back home
O old beggar mom, don't depart your dome and Starve today,
Let your breast-feeding baby quite in fasting by red eyes,
Pray rain, rain, rain, and raining today day and night
Drops on things anywhere, on wild geese, and on grass
I have loved more deeply than ever I thought possible
Fairy tales are not true
And happy ever afters rarely occur
I have made my life more difficult
Then it ever had to be
But it was made more interesting for the errors I have made
If there ever comes an accounting of the mistakes I have rendered
I will be buried by them
But there is only one single regret
And though I know I have been forgiven for it
I do not think I will ever forgive myself
I look into those beautiful intelligent brown eyes
That I have helped to create
And see love and forgiveness
Always forgiveness and I do not deserve it
But I accept it as the gift that it is
And I hold onto you
The only thing I know is real
In a world of angry faces and words that can rip a person to pieces
You are my beacon of light
No matter how reluctant you are to shine
Who could bring dry wood
from the wood
once the rain would start
without an alert?
For fear of getting them on her head drenched
the wench ran under the darkest clouds overhead
gnashing their teeth sounding like fart
threatening her safe journey to homestead.
Steady and alert
quickly to come out of the wood
she ran faster than her mood.
It was nothing but a play
among the rain and the cloud
with the damsel and the wood;
but she was an elf, gossip mongers say.
rice rains through his small hands
he examines the crunchy snow
and feels the tickle of each little grain
his palms, like a cloud,
he draws them upward
then slowly lets them trickle,
making solid puddles in the pan.
naked girl bathing
river swallows her small breasts
rain cloud gathering
when it rain
can be a pain
angel sing can be loud
you look up high
its the
RAIN
CLOUD AND THE SKY