Rain clouds gathering for a tea, pulling close together to
sit at the table.
Talking about all sorts of things, gossiping until it sounded
like their voices were one with thunder.
Booming out into the night, audiences of people looked out of
their windows down on earth.
All the noise combining to mix up quite a storm, then the cold
rain started falling, leaving it's imprint on the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem