The clouds stay over the hills
Till they turn black and thick
They cool down to form rain
And to the earthward they run quick
Rain runs day and night to fill
The fields and streets on earth
It drapes the land in deep green
The sky echoes with sound of mirth
It goes away as soon as clouds
Vanish over the distant hills
The sky looks bright and new
Over fields, ponds, meadows and mills
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Once the rain is over, it is delightful to watch the clear blue sky and the Earth washed clean of all dirt....! It is a refreshing feeling.....! A simple and sweetly rhyming poem!
Thanks very much for comment and inspiration. Regards.