The rain in the night or around a day,
Seems a blessing for many to play.
Some going to the beach, other climbing trees,
Few reading a book in a terrace not far,
Some bathe in it as an award from above,
But sad souls just sit and gaze,
And say some get wet but can't feel the rain.
Rain is inside the soul, making us wet all through.
Some get wet but can't feel the rain.
Very rightly said. All are not equally fortunate to enjoy a rainy day because it depends: Rain is inside the soul, making us wet all through. Some get wet but can't feel the rain.
Rains, I love them but I feel them and it makes me too sad.i feel it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rains play havoc on sensitive hearts... Beautiful poem..10