Raining, raining,
It is all raining,
No way to go out.
Nothing personal,
All but natural.
All are there
In a muted notification.
No one is sure
About his own lifestyle.
Each one is with life,
Be grateful men
For what you got
So far here.
Try not to go outside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem