The rain will be falling.
The thunder will be pounding.
The lightning will be striking.
The clouds will be rolling.
My storm will be at the edge of the window.
In front of my eyes.
Next to my ears.
Slipping on my tongue.
At the tips of my fingers.
Going on like any other act of Nature.
Doing what others couldn't.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem