Rain! Rain! go away;
You recall me those days;
Which I don't want to remember,
Even though hardly forget ever;
When I was wishing for you,
Those years have been passed away;
Rain! Rain! go away.
When she was showering under you,
As a rose washed by the dew;
We both were enjoyed by you,
Those days were just few;
In my destiny, I must say;
Rain! Rain! go away.
I held her hand and bare-feet,
When we ran onto the damp-field;
She hugged me, when thundered,
To thank to you, I looked upward;
Never knowing of this day;
Rain! Rain! go away.
And now whenever you visit,
I really don't like your wit;
My tears mix with the rain-drops,
And thunder be the part of my sobs;
Now I'm walking on the strange way;
Rain! Rain! go away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem...it also brings back memories...KUDOS!