Drip dropp drip dropp listen to the rain prick, prick, prick.
It's no way near the sound of a hatching chick.
You must stay inside held back.
and when the season clears up you may run the track.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting use of words and in rhyme which I much prefer. Well done Regards Dave T