The Gardiogram of Nature
Rain
There was a time when the skies were calm,
Then the skies suddenly thundered like a spark of genius.
A torrential rain fell —
Every drop a word, every stream a verse.
The trees bathed
The mist was a white towel — they dried themselves.
The earth was cracked, thirsty for water,
The waters crept to heal its wounds.
The drops leaped and jumped with joy
As if bringing revelation, the drops that descended from above
The news came from heaven — this year will be abundant.
The earth joined in the celebration
For this divine ceremony, God
Sprinkled white sugared almonds from heaven — it rained.
The plains were on the verge of death,
Until the sudden lightning flashed.
That curved, sharp line
Like a cardiogram —
Nature will live.
The drops merged and became a flood, my brother.
But I regret that precisely when we are together, we either create a useless party,
Or crush the weak,
Or create a criminal gang.
White clouds in the sky
They acted with self-satisfied confidence,
As if they had undergone a complex medical operation —
Without bribes, without gifts.
But there was a poet in the hospital
He did not receive treatment because he had no money.
All the paths of his life were straight lines,
Only the line of his heart was crooked.
...It seems that soon that line will also straighten out,
He thinks about his children
His tears are like rain
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 2:32 AM UTC
The Gardiogram of Nature
Rain
There was a time when the skies were calm,
Then the skies suddenly thundered like a spark of genius.
A torrential rain fell —
Every drop a word, every stream a verse.
The trees bathed
The mist was a white towel — they dried themselves.
The earth was cracked, thirsty for water,
The waters crept to heal its wounds.
The drops leaped and jumped with joy
As if bringing revelation, the drops that descended from above
The news came from heaven — this year will be abundant.
The earth joined in the celebration
For this divine ceremony, God
Sprinkled white sugared almonds from heaven — it rained.
The plains were on the verge of death,
Until the sudden lightning flashed.
That curved, sharp line
Like a cardiogram —
Nature will live.
The drops merged and became a flood, my brother.
But I regret that precisely when we are together, we either create a useless party,
Or crush the weak,
Or create a criminal gang.
White clouds in the sky
They acted with self-satisfied confidence,
As if they had undergone a complex medical operation —
Without bribes, without gifts.
But there was a poet in the hospital
He did not receive treatment because he had no money.
All the paths of his life were straight lines,
Only the line of his heart was crooked.
...It seems that soon that line will also straighten out,
He thinks about his children
His tears are like rain
Bahtiyar Hidayet
