by Selma Meerbaum-Eisinger
The rain’s strong singing turns to noise,
the sound growing fuller and fuller.
Even the forest hushes to hear the song
the flooding sky sings.
Water foams heavily
from heaven to earth.
Rain rivers rush in a torrent
of wild fury the lightning gives.
The earth crouches and bends its back
beneath the rustling whip.
Air fills with the roar
of a raging herd of hoofbeats.
Then roar turns into whisper,
into the murmur of tired sweetness.
A scattered drop falls on the roof
like a distant, happy kiss.
Copyright ©:Translated by Carlie Hoffman
Last updated January 10, 2023