We love to see the sky,
being bright without overcast
We wish to see the sun,
keep on shining without any gloom
But life has its cycle
for the earth to recycle
Water goes up and down again,
shifting image to what we call rain
We are not fond of the rain
as it wash away certain things in vain
Things which are treasures for us
yet carry nothing but a vague loss
Life has full supply of the rain
to wash away certain things in vain
But rain carries a special essence
to taint life with sweet fragrance
Till the time when the rain stops
never do we stop to believe in hopes
That after the rain,
the sun will shine again
and our life will recover from the pain
to be lighter and brighter in remain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love the rain the hard rain because after that i see the rainbow the two rainbow