DIVINE RAIN

( shamanic poem bringing the rain )

By her needle skills
Her loose hair
She hammers her presence
On a revived land
caressing the world
To the rhythm of her steps
By the benefits of its ribbons
The rain keeps the weather on a leash 
playing with him
For renewed pleasure
She makes love to the sun
So much so that is born
A rainbow child
Sometimes even twins
This sweetheart is a born lover
Making its honey from every gap 
She gets everywhere
Fertilizing the smallest space
Lively and dense sensations
With her outfits of dresses
She assails us with raptures
Slipping his saliva into our bones
A fairy bewitches us with her charms !