The sky’s beset and overcast—
Misty, melancholy and gray
There’s a sound of rolling thunder
Precipitation’s on the way.
The rain descends; it bottoms out.
Huge puddles forming on the ground.
And then, in the midst of it all,
There is a fain yet joyful sound.
The voice of a little sparrow
Faithfully calm amidst the rain
So soft and sweet the melody.
And so comforting the refrain.
If a bird can sing midst stormy rain,
Then I can sing despite my pain.
A sweet little poem with the concluding lines winding your thoughts on a note of robust hope and determination! ! Enjoyed this splendid write! !
If a bird can sing midst stormy rain Then I can sing despite my pain. Great write. thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sparrow appears so suddenly to convey the full import of the poem. Njoyed reading.. .