The sky grew dark quite suddenly.
As from the west a massed array
of dark storm clouds which completely
obscured the light: Made night of day.
The lightning flashed the thunder roared.
All natures’ fury on display,
down constantly the raindrops poured
as if to wash all grime away.
An unexpected thunderstorm
which lasted but a little while.
Before the sun returned to warm
us with his all embracing smile.
Somewhat like life the weather is
it’s either misery or bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some find bliss in rain showers while others curse a sunny day. (Go figure) . Great poem.