Be still for a moment, And hear - for once - what the rain says, Knocking at the windows, A soft patter on the rooftops, Wishper on the leaves, Stories in drops: Of journey- how she come down to the earth, Cooling the warm earth's breath, To kiss the waiting soil, To calm down the dust of long-lost days, To soothe the roots buried deep in silence and forgotten. To join the river, Reviving her forgotten dreams. After hustle and bustle, after the rocky journey, She meets the soft and calming oceans, Where the sunset waits for her, Where she belongs - Where she rises anew, In the birth of clouds, To rise once again. Nyaz