Come, summer thunderstorms, and shield me
So not a pair of eyes can see
My eyes that are becoming lightnings
Burning through darkness from within!
/
Roar, oh night thunders, like the times are ending!
Lost in your voice, I’ll freely chant my prayers:
I cannot have the silent overhear them
Because the silent would die of fear;
/
The sea of truth, which from me guards my memory
For it is much too turbulent to swim in,
Rise up tonight in waves uncontainable!
I’ll drink you whole and thus will give you peace;
/
Oh rain, the skies’ tears of release,
You will not hurt me, don’t hold back, I plead!
Fall bravely from your heavy clouds, fall gladly
To taste the air, the earth, and the human heartbeat;
/
Come, summer thunderstorms, and hold me!
You are my solace from the world
Of lowered eyes, of quiet voices, of hidden truths,
Of tears not cried
Oh how I love that last stanza…wonderful!
Thank you, glad you enjoyed the last stanza! The rainy season is starting here in India, so the poem is a little ‘stormy’.