The clap of thunder gleams in my love-filled eyes, the darkened sky hides the light threatening for a downpour though asks me the question—
Faint clap of thunder,
Cloudy skies,
Perhaps rain will come... And if so
shall you not stay?
The drops of rain sing a lullaby, trying to tell me something though I hear only what soothes my heart—
A faint clap of thunder,
Even if the rain comes,
I will stay here,
If you stay too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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