I feel a strange wind blowing with a sharp edge, calling and beckoning on thunder, i couldn't get a glimpse, until i was gripped, fire in my veins, higher than my rage, hot ice visits in an impromptu style, a harder tour embarks, falling waters envelope the depths, planely submits to deadlier storm i succumb, as flashes of cold fire and hot rain meet my face.
A good poem celebrating the festivity of rain written in precise format..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yea indeed the sky falls!