As the rain falls down
And touches her torn gown
A curve her lips take
Like the ripples in the lake
She was pulled back to life
Happily throwing away her knife
The rain drops being a ray
Making her cheerful and gay
A new leaf her life took
Her past thrown aside as a book
She forgot that inside she was crying
In search of love she was dying
JULY 24,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it realy heals while we walk under rain........thanks for sharing.........sebastine