Like rain in the desert, 
Built in the sky, 
Sporadic yet needed, 
You’re a feast for my eye.
Trembling and sighing, 
Waiting for you, 
The gusts of your rush
Always make the world blue.
I urge you to linger; 
Drench me today; 
Stay for the blossom
Growing up in your way.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
I like it, especially the first two lines, nice comparison kevin