Christmas in Dominicana

What a sight are the tropical rainstorms!
Water keeps pouring down from the sky…
 
This – divine – coastline with embayments
Is washed clean, dewy – and vivified!
 
Water drops trickle down the thick foliage,
Birds are chirping anew with delight…
 
May the dreams of Caribbean sweet follies
Warm my wintery Moscow nights!
 
I would close my eyes – and I’d hear
The swashing beat of the ocean wave.
 
Let these sounds subside… You are near,
And I know – you are here to stay!