It rained yesternight
And drained over night
Still, cool in the morning
I could see it wet
On the walls, roads, houses..
Drippy greens leafing droopy
A trance was transmitted
To all and my soul
Soon as the burning sun rose up
Very soon roads dried..no puddles
Hot again..heaven gone, hell came
Pray Thee o'Lord
Have a bigger measure for heaven
In fact for heaven alone
Cool morning wet we see. Nature is bountiful. Trans is transmitted in soul. Having bigger measure of heaven is fortune. Nature is heavenly. Interesting poem this is.10
The nature surprises us in many ways and rain in winter and summer being one of them, A nice poem to read thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For heaven! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.