And one day, you will see the dark clouds arriving –
You will see them at the horizon, drawing nearer, with every unpromising breath.
They will bring to you rain, secluded well for a long time in their bosom –
The rain that you had so longed for – every now and then, but at times unprepared for its arrival.
And one day, you will listen to the whispering of the sun –
To the setting sun; a song for the farmers returning home from fields.
You will hear them whispering, and singing, in the announcement of an arrival –
Which had been awaited for what seems to be now so long.
And one day, you will observe the mist approaching,
And covering you, and everything around –
In a thick, cold air, sometimes so comforting –
That sleep awaits there – like timeless perfection.