Song Of The Rain

• I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
• By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
• Her fields and valleys.
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• I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the
• Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn
• To embellish the gardens.
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• When I cry the hills laugh;
• When I humble myself the flowers rejoice;
• When I bow, all things are elated.
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• 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.
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• 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.
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• 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.
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• 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.
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• 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.
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• I am the sigh of the sea;
• The laughter of the field;
• The tears of heaven.
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• 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.

Poem by Kahlil Gibran

Photo: Rest In Rain

Photo by Evrengunturkun