Rain comes fast and furious
pounding desert ground
flowers that were wilted
new life - they have found.
I watch the wind bend willows
the gully fills with water
now the air gets cooler
yesterday was hotter.
119 days have passed
in Phoenix, with no rain
the monsoon gives us dust
along with sudden showers
and more to come we trust.
It's a different way of life
the quirks of western living
the brutal summer sun
is sometimes not forgiving.
It's a cycle, just like life
the good years and the bad
refreshing times of seasons
and mourning what we had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very brilliant poem interestingly penned basing on perception of nature...10