After the rain stops,
The weather again happily dances & jumps
Then the wind frisks from home to home
The water of rain,
Fallen on every leaf like a pearl
And filling the nature with all beautiful gifts
Beautiful is the weather,
Beautiful is the wind,
O really my heart has become cool to see
The moon is emerging,
But black clouds put the veil on it
But the moon struggles to shine again and again for the world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is fully based on my observation on things after the rain stop.. Awesome poem