Rain
While I sit and listen to the rain
My thoughts just tend to drift
Gliding along with the rhythm
My spirits are always given lift
Gentleness, that's pure and rare
It makes a one want to sing
Always soothing ever flowing
This steady rythm's just the thing
I sit and listen to the rain
Then peer outside the door
I go out, then look up
At a sight that I adore
Then gentle cleansing falling down
Will surely cleans the dirty ground
And leave a refreshing smell
That tends to make my senses excel
I wish I were a child again
And can feel a world less angry
Then let the rain come down
Upon my face and soothe me
Jim 1995
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem