Its running, raining morning today,
Tiny drops touching my skin,
And prevails to soul,
With closed eyes, passing through the peace and joy,
Clouds are dancing in a divine date,
Oh! Beautiful, Bouncing little snow,
Striking our mind and hitting worries away,
I can make and i can do,
What is apart yet not away,
If i can fly to the mighty mountains,
Skylike freedom i feel i can say,
Whatever fate had played is going away,
Enforcing my heart to dream anyway,
I am awake with dreaming head,
Time still running and its raining today,
Feeling chilled to bone, toe and brain,
Wishing rain to come again and again,
a lot of joy and excitement expressed in this free verse... nice work... keep writing....thanks for sharing...
beautiful description of the falling rain. i suddenly thought it is raining the soul of the poet Saira.. thank you dear poet. tony
The intense desire to be free from sorrows and the claws of fate and to enjoy the blissful state of innocent ignorant childhood by forgetting oneself in the joys of rain is quite evident in this poem. A wonderful evocation of rainy memories.. Thanks for sharing..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful rainy day, it gives hope, beautiful poem.