In the dry season of summer ,
your  memory ,
comes as a  cool wave of wind ,
Which heals the mind,
  with the coolness of your love;
gives such assurance,
Touching my forehead,
 say softly,
There's still time to wait,
Sunlight is said to be hard;
Not far away on that day,
Showers of rain will come,
with the message of my arrival
to your country.