It was cold that afternoon
Walking, it started to rain
Looking for some shade
But nothing eased the pain
I stared into the road
Stretching in front of me
Then in the rain I cried
Knowing no one would see
The rain poured hard
I was wet all over
I tried to soak sorrow away
Hoped it go with the river
I lied down the grass
Looking up the raindrops
Waiting for it to reach my face
Watching it as it stops
I walked home
Soaked from the rain
I tried to dry myself
But I was still soaked with pain
I knew the rains
Were crying along with me
And I was hoping
That it always will be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A plea of the heart to the rain...a shoulder to cry on...arms to sleep on...a friend to rely on..a love to cherish. The rain is truly a blessing. Nice write! : -)