Я - это я. И во мне - весь мир.
Rain's journey
Here comes the rain. It drifts with heavy sky
And smell of dust where it was long awaited.
Pink lightnings sparkle promptly in reply
Through giant clouds, lilac and frustrated.
There’s a new journey: many miles to go
For humid Master of not-wet horizons.
With little drops and spots on sandy road
It steady marks the map of where’s and why’s on.
And so it starts by wetting every porch
And every man – the rain is not a loner.
It shakes the leaves in curious research,
Walks down the streets to study every corner.
It taps, and plays, and laughs like naughty kid.
Yet when the skies grow grey as hundred moons did,
It shivers with severe blow of wind
And weeps with thunder, as if deeply wounded.
Here comes the rain. It drifts with heavy sky
And smell of dust where it was long awaited.
Pink lightnings sparkle promptly in reply
Through giant clouds, lilac and frustrated.
There’s a new journey: many miles to go
For humid Master of not-wet horizons.
With little drops and spots on sandy road
It steady marks the map of where’s and why’s on.
And so it starts by wetting every porch
And every man – the rain is not a loner.
It shakes the leaves in curious research,
Walks down the streets to study every corner.
It taps, and plays, and laughs like naughty kid.
Yet when the skies grow grey as hundred moons did,
It shivers with severe blow of wind
And weeps with thunder, as if deeply wounded.