Song Of The Rain VII

I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven By the gods.

Nature then takes me, to adorn Her fields and valleys.

I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn To embellish the gardens.

When I cry the hills laugh;

When I humble myself the flowers rejoice;

When I bow, all things are elated.

The field and the cloud are lovers And between them I am a messenger of mercy.

I quench the thirst of one;

I cure the ailment of the other.

The voice of thunder declares my arrival;

The rainbow announces my departure.

I am like earthly life, which begins at The feet of the mad elements and ends Under the upraised wings of death.

I emerge from the heard of the sea Soar with the breeze.

When I see a field in Need,

I descend and embrace the flowers and The trees in a million little ways.

I touch gently at the windows with my Soft fingers, and my announcement is a Welcome song.

All can hear, but only The sensitive can understand.

The heat in the air gives birth to me,

But in turn I kill it,

As woman overcomes man with The strength she takes from him.

I am the sigh of the sea;

The laughter of the field;

The tears of heaven.

So with love - Sighs from the deep sea of affection;

Laughter from the colorful field of the spirit;

Tears from the endless heaven of memories.