It rains

 

La mente se resiste a olvidar las cosas hermosas,

Se aferra a ellas y olvida todo lo doloroso,

Mágicamente anonadada por la belleza.

-Gioconda Belli, Esto es amor –

Falls gently,

As a faithful lover caress,

The rain on my window,

Leaving in its wake,

Small drops of hope.



The smell of wet grass,

Intoxicates my senses,

electricity,

thunder,

Sighs.



On the horizon

Your reflection,

rainbow,

Sighs.



Memories of skin,

Sap and saliva,

Humidity and caress,

Wet soil

Seeds planted.



Window

coffee,

Blankets on their shoulders,

Memories of your skin,

It rains.