Let's look out of the window, baby boy of the unvoiced island, <br />Let's put our elbows on the sill, let's grasp our cheeks <br />With our hands, and raise the left shoulder slightly, <br />In a tender-like game, <br />And watch. <br />It is raining, my baby boy, <br />A huge, gray cat, made of rain drops, purrs. <br />I can hear that perfect sound of the cat, <br />Melancholy has no escape from its claws. <br />You watch. I wish I could enter <br />Your soul <br />With this beautiful cat holding melancholy in its claws, <br />To make you <br />Hear <br />How this rain - cat purrs.<br /><br />Olimpia Sarb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/painting-with-child-and-rain-a-poem-for-my-friend-a-little-boy-who-suffers-from-deafness/
