I like to walk in the rain
because nobody knows
that I'm crying.
My sorrowful soul fills with water
And I feel like I am drowning.
I like to walk in the rain
because nobody knows
that I'm sighing.
My broken heart explodes with the wail
Of self pity.
I like to walk in the rain
because nobody knows
that I'm lying.
The tales I tell hide the heartache
That threatens to choke me.
I like to walk in the rain
because nobody knows
that I'm dying.
The final seed is sewn and the crop
is harvested.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
........wow.......... Somehow I relate to it... Excellent poem... Keep writing.