Barren land,
Deserted soul,
Thirsty mind,
and the first drop of rain
as if dissolves
the emptiness; the loss;
the dryness of a soul
which knows no affection
as subtle as that of a raindrop.
And the greens that rejoice
at the announcement of nature
marking the descent
of the heavenly elixir
that oh, the Gods have sent
to quench the thirst
of the earthly wonders.
Behold, for when the raindrop falls
and kisses gently
the outstretched palms
of the leaves
longing for love;
they gleam with glee.
Such is the magic of rain
that even light splits
in sheer ecstasy
into seven colors
to bring delight
to the child
searching in the sky
for hues of inspiration.
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