In the darkness of night I
Hear the wet sound of the rain
Falling incessantly on the rooftop
It is a pleasure to hear its sweet refrain
Wind blows softly beating
Windows with a feeble sound
In half sleep I can hear the noise
As if someone in dark moving around
Flashes of lightening force
Through long cracks in the doors
As clouds clash against each other
Sending toward the earth frightening roars
Outside it is dark and there
I see the rain falling in my dream
As morning comes with a streak
Of light I hear the sweet sound of a stream
A marvelous poem with great imagery. A vivid depiction of an oncoming storm. Well crafted and conveyed.
Feeling honored getting such a wonderful comment. Appreciated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow such a lovely piece.. beautiful imagery