Rain rain rain
falling from the sky above makes me wonder,
making sounds like itemic poems makes it feels stronger,
children hopes coming to pass as it prepares them for shower,
Tap, tap, tap
The rain is here.
Bucket, plates and pails as the women wears off their sober, smiles on their glimmering faces as they say good byes to summer,
fulfilment in couples faces as it feels cooler for slumber,
no season is more peculiar as it rains special in winter,
solitude filling the ground at night as it makes the whole worldshiver,
what is more kinner?
No other than the rain in november.
Thanks so much pals, ok i would search for it and read. Dear jazib
A good start with a nice poem, Aminat. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Tap, tap, tap The rain is here. childhood memories and fine romance. rain that rains in the heart full of l ove and goodness. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no season is more peculiar as it rains special in winter, solitude filling the ground at night as it makes the whole worldshiver, a fine poem.... rain is always a wonder and an attraction especially for children and the memories of our beautiful childhood, playing in rain comes very often into the field of memory. thank u. tony