Poetry Visualized - I CALLED THE RAIN

I CALLED THE RAIN - Poem 25

I called the rain with all my heart, wanting to feel its clean water on my face washing away the heat and sweat that the weightiness of the afternoon insisted on leaving. I begged it to wrop me in its mantle, that calmed the thirst for the countryside, that freshened the sad greeness of the trees and that returned to the rivers the pride of their happy flow. I listened in silence, the air didnÂ´t move and the birds were quiet hidden in God knows what shade. Rain, rain! Let yourself be seen, let yourself fall, I will pick you up and I will water my plants with you, I will wash my clothes with your scent from the sky, I will sing to the world and to life with your voice and I will dance full of hapiness. Rain, rain! DonÂ´t hide your most eternal secret any more, give us back the wise freshness that the things and the earth had before, rain, rain!