Many a time have I thought,
How enchanting is the rain.
As tiny drops it falls
After sailing round the earth as clouds.
No one knows, what height they jump
In hope of reaching the earth.
They plan and set where to fall
After sailing around the earth as clouds.
And then they fall altogether
Shining, shivering, shimmering.
Taking us to a magic land
After sailing round the earth as clouds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem