Rain is falling
Dropping from a vast
Sea of grey
Like someone crying
Shedding tears
Perfect little drops
Glint in the fading light
Shining as they fall
She stands outside and
Watches and feels
As clear crystalline drops
Genty slide against her skin
Leaving a cleansing trail
As the rain falls
She finally feels peace
For the first time
In a long time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love rain, and I love that you depicted it as a vessel of tranquility. I love rain even more now.