Clouds lining the sky, covering rays of the sun while
we sit in anticipation of another beautiful day.
Watching, seeing clouds instead becoming darker, a
storm suddenly brewing, taking us all by surprise.
Loving the rain, we sit and watch in the face of all
the odds, hoping to see sunlight before evening star-
light taints the sky with an ebony darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem