To Bedouins,
Rain is
A mercy,
A blessing,
A message
From heaven.
It fills
Rivers of amber,
Wells of wine,
And grows
Trees,
Bushes,
And flowers.
Bedouins love
Rain for
Their gain,
For themselves,
For life,
Not for love.
While I,
Sweetheart,
Love rain
Not for me,
But for you.
For rain
Reminds me
Of your eyes.
For you grow
Flowers of love,
And groves
Of passion fruit,
In my chest.
You build
A fountain
Of rapture
Within my heart.
You run
A stream
Of serenity,
In my soul.