When the sky darkens and clouds shroud above
concealing the sun's rays of light, warmth and love,
I am missing you.
When the raindrops fall and bathe the world
and bless its chill to every tree, home and household,
I am missing you.
When the tempest howls a mournful song
that enters stoned walls and even this heart so strong,
I am missing you.
When the room sighs and breathes back the memory
of how ardent the solace around your arms used to be,
I am missing you.
When I draw my hope, my mirth on the window pane
as I idly watch it blur and fade in the rain,
I am missing you.
And when the rain remains or runs out today
may it be a summer, winter or autumn away,
I will still be missing you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When the raindrops fall and bathe the world I liked your diction Cristone
thanks soul watcher. appreciate man!