It keeps on raining all around, bouncing lightly off the ground..
Just like the Ballet, on tip toe shoe, turning swirling, all nignt thru..
Angelic Angels brightly attired, to be Loved, and be admired..
A touch of Heaven, a caress divine, Angelic Music, soft and fine..
The pitter patter on the roof, gives restful peace, meditation, truth..
The fragrant perfume of clean air, for all to enjoy, for all to share..
In bliss of solitude, I now dream, of matrimony with a Queen..
A Queen who loves the falling rain.. My arms shall hold her
once again.. We'll walk the raindrops thru the night.. She'll touch
my cheek, my hand hold tight.. Then lightly through the clouds
shall shine.. A rainbow in the sky divine.. How blessed we are,
such beauty surround.. The rain does Pirouette, on the ground..
A Heavenly Ballet, to me doth seem.. Is it real, or but a dream..
Stunning work, the imagery captivating. Some never see rain.... as beautiful as you have portrayed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poetry, very good write.