My love, you said,
'Lets walk in the rain',
Falling elegantly through the air,
Dripping as never ending strings
Of beautiful white pearls.
Let us walk out
Together, hand in hand.
My hand in yours,
In a tight grip,
No words exchanged,
Enjoying a silence
So peaceful in itself.
The droplets of rain
Benediction pouring on us.
The soft breeze touching
Our bare faces and hair,
Reminder of our love.
Like an abstract noun
We can only feel it.
But something has died,
The beautiful butterflies,
In my ailing heart.
I've built a cloister
Around me, a walking fortress,
With a small window,
High above on the wall.
I do not watch the rain.
I do not walk in the rain.
No, not any more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A superb metaphorical poem on d rain n love. Very nicely pennd. Do read my latest poem, d statue of lib., .