Be as Generous as the Rain


When it rains, I fall like a
Feather from the sky.
I kiss the flowers on
Rosy cheeks; their hearts cry.

Sweet tears drop from
Faces without feeling shy.
Thank you lovely flowers;
This is the ground's reply.

I flow to bath her nice
Body; with her great eye
Sees me, her hand touches me
As if I am a sweet pie

I bury myself because
I am laconic and shy.
You ken how dark is here
And I always want to sigh,

Get my hand and bring me
Back to the blue sky
It's my turn to wait in the
Queue; I can then fly.

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when I see the rain I wish I will be like it. It is generous toward all thing. Differences, nationality, gender, and poorness make no difference. It's marvelous.