You look outside you see drops falling from the sky,
You wonder how they get there, how they fall.
You think again how does it know to stop falling?
Is it like a glass of water,
that spills and when it is empty the drops stop?
Or is it like a sprinkler that gets shut off?
I guess no one will ever know the truth of,
Drops from the Sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem