it is the rain once again
that keeps this conversation alive
even if we do not intend
to like it
the road is muddy
and this rain continues to fall heavily
on the roof of my house
the river along the path
that you shall take
shall rise and may threaten
you
there is no choice for you
but to stay a while
and keep this conversation alive
about the rain
the rain that we are not making
they come
not from the clouds
they come
deep within our hearts
they gather
to give way to tears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem