On a cold winter's night
It beats upon your rooftops,
Holding your covers tight
You listen to the raindrops
They form tiny puddles
Or giant lakes,
They roll into the gutters
Or form beautiful snowflakes
It pelts on the window panes,
Causing some to fall asleep
While keeping others awake
The rain falls along the trees
Never missing a limb,
Doing it with ease,
And catching on all the leaves
Making rivers in the forest
And streams in the street,
Bouncing off umbrellas
And soaking people's feet
It continues to fall,
With no care at all,
Until a sunny day,
When it all goes away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmm interesting perspective. i give the opposite side (pro-rain) in my poem ' just do it'