bouncing raindrops on lake
is like popping pop corns
swirling breeze pushes rain
to where i'm standing beneath
a shed with other wet feet
all praying to stop a moment
is there a dance to stop rain
maybe nobody wants to claim
my hunger scratching my tummy
especially food wagon near me
i can't stand in line in rain
must be so good; many waiting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad but poignant poem, very real. Captain Cur.