For Bedouins,
Rain is
A sacred message,
A blessing,
A mercy,
From heaven.
It runs streams
Of amber,
Wells
Of wine.
It grows
Wheat,
Cotton,
And flowers.
In the Sahara,
Bedouins
Love rain,
For life,
For themselves.
But I
Love rain
For love,
For you,
My love.
For rain
Reminds me
Of your eyes.
You grow
Flowers of love,
And groves
Of passion fruit,
In my chest.
You run
A river of rapture,
Within my heart,
A stream of peace,
In my soul.