Behold, across, the window scene,
The falling sky, a low, aging gray;
The pregnant clouds appear to burst,
Heavy with the rains of May.
Looking out the window
At the prelude to a storm,
A man awaits the torrent,
Hums a sullen dirge alone.
Growls of thunder, bolts of light,
Storm’s above, storm’s his mind,
Clouded with collaged memoirs
From sadder than sad times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful piece shared here...on May rain...thanks!