Its raining out were I stand thinking of the times we would go behind the blue grates and kiss like the young lovers we were
It's snowing and I find myself sitting on a bench thinking of first love
Its pouring out and now I'm driving down the road with only the memories of our young love
It's raining its snowing and now its pouring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem