Light rain drizzles
And the garden empties
We run for the now empty swings
With each gush of rain soaked breeze
Swinging higher, tasting raindrops
Squealed delight
Echoes across the garden
That delightfully welcomes
Rain and children frolicking
With nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an exquisite way of looking at something that usually simply makes us groan. t x