The First Rain
Alpaca group, Hamahanot Haolim educator movement, 2006
When a group of clouds gathered
Above the roofs and the gutters
The valley was filled with its chicken coops
Fields soaked with delicate dew
And when the buses are galloping
Between the town of the valley to the kibbutz
Eventually the windscreen wipers whistle
Songs of praise for rain
Alike the fruit and alike the wild flowers
(that we have already gathered)
The heat of the summer has also been gathered
Carrying a heavy harvest of heat waves
The roads open their eyes
Looking up at the heavens
And whisper softly upwards
The maker of the rain – he is blessed!
A crow on the cables calls
On the windows the first rain hits
(And it is not coincidence
That man was created at the start of Tishrei).
Shakes all the institutes of the heavens –
Cloud rider continue to wash away!
Rain! Never ending rain!
And when the blessing of rain flows
The world stops moving
And it rings out unhindered
A pomegranate between land and sky