In every drop of rain
Lies a memory encased
Inside
A vision from our past
That will hopefully help
Our future
It may be a small glimpse
Or a wide and vast array
Of images
It may not make sense
But still we watch
Since the beginning
Of all that was
The rain drops stayed the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the rain in someway the same as you describe it.