it's been falling for some days
cold little beads from heaven
and i terribly complain anyways
wishing the pouring would stop then..
especially when to work i travel
and water fairies come to play
i scream for angels to form a shell
or fly me back home where i can stay, , ,
why must the flurry come when not expected
dripping faces, wet sneakers running all over
my misty vision of a warm, comforting bed
disappearing like a voice in the weather.
so please bid me farewell dearest rain
i must not bathe in your tickles and turn weak
for in these dry times, every drip's a hurricane,
and each drop is noise to the solace i seek.
love then is sometimes saying goodbye to the foolish rain --
enough of braving the flood and crying in pain
for there's always sunlight to clear all stain..
let me now dance in the sun restless in the lane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem