Tiny pouring raindrops
falls at you
and the shower
turns astonish,
like they want to say something,
or has some wish....
And they sounds like an angel
singing,
when they thundering..
Feels you are not from
this dry land,
when you stand...
Have never been in rain
with you,
But wanted to be and see
but now only imagination remains___
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem