It Rained Outside - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI
It rained cats and dogs For a minute, Everyone saw that pretty Rain outside, Rain washed the dirty streets And made some mess, Traffic slowed down and Everyone went home, I saw that rain and I did not care, I cared about my care, I am still outside Looking for a pretty image Of tomorrow's dawn, Rain always reminds me Of my childhood's recollections And of Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre, I am still looking for A pretty image of this winter, We are still amid the pretty March and rainy days, My grandmother used to say that March is the month of earthquakes And rains, When we were kids, In Winter's times, We used to sit around the Kanoon (The firewood round stove) , Everything has changed these days Because things do not stay as they, so It rained today and That rain nailed me behind the computer For some minutes.
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