Translating Rain

By Kevin Masmela

On days like this I walk in the rain

a little slower than normal

so the raindrops can whisper

that language I still can’t seem to translate

that speak to me with your soul language

that Mother-Nature feel me type language

that shower my body with mantras language

On days like this I listen softly to the showers

that sing me to sleep so I dream of the Sky

so I can finally touch the Sunsets’s shoulders

so I can finally mold the Moon into medicine

so I can finally translate this language

I still can’t seem to translate

When the world is washing me with wonder

I collect the Sky’s tears & water my house plants

so the Sky can feel understood

so my Monstera’s can grow from a language

they’ll understand better than I ever will

I watch as I pour every drop of rain into their soil

watering what’s underneath the surface

never failing to let them grow

By Kevin Masmela