splittering splattering
drops in a smattering,
sometimes quiet
sometimes chattering,
humming strumming
black clouds coming,
cool breeze blowing
soft and flowing,
flowers swaying
donkeys braying,
birds are trilling
senses thrilling,
dark clouds gathering
oceans lathering,
winds now storming
lightning forming,
earth which was thirsting
the buds close to bursting,
leaves wetly shining
grass no longer pining.
the heart is soaring
as the heavens are pouring,
spirits are uplifted
dark feelings sifted.
washed and reknewed
the rain is a prelude.
of good things to come
nature is awesome.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good prelude to good writing. Try reading my love poems and comment as well. Thgank u