Song of the Rain by Kahlil Gibran — Read

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 colourful field of the spirit; / Tears from the endless heaven of memories.