Great bliss getting rain
All our blues drowned in it
But leaves lots of pain.
Feeling blessed when rain comes but worried when it does not stop falling.A brilliant write.10+++++++
That is exactly what was the idea behind this poem. Thanks a lot.
I like the sound of rain falling on the rooftop, especially at night. A brilliant haiku.
You remind me of so many folk songs in which the sound of rain falling on ground or a tin roof is used quite nicely. Thanks a lot.
I am honored to have received your appreciative comments, Dear Poet Friend.
But the pain fades away.... so the water meet the root and the strength for tomorrow begin!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We need the rain. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for your kind words, Edward. We really need rains to recharge our underground water reserves and catchment areas.