Sometimes, when alone
Hurt and forlorn
I find myself quietly bearing
The agony of pain
Anxiously await for the rain
Weary of the people peeping
Through their window panes
They might think of me
Crying in vain
As I finally smell the rain
I get out on the streets
And open up my heart
Taking in the warmth
Of every falling drop
No one can hear me crying
No one can see my tears
They think it is the rain
Dribbling down my drains
My eyes are abortive
My heart has opened up again
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem