Indeed, the monsoon elapses,
Truly touching me skin deep,
Turmoil in despair collapses,
My whole body initially beep.
Every inch of my womanhood is yearning,
All sober living parts are tearing,
For mother nature engages with sky bearing,
My pearly droplets rains endearing.
How tempting your shiny pearly dew rain,
My sacred rice fields barely in waiting vain,
Purely our joy chant ever blessed,
Nothing will be more oppressed.
I shall dance with my pearly rain,
I ever waive my sorrowful pain,
More to come in our soil grain,
Praising love encore modestly reigned.
©® Emmelia M.
Indonesia
June 23, 2022
photo by Dessy Tsvetkova
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