Maybe the stage is empty,
But the rains decide to play some music.
The stands could'nt be more crowded,
Raindrops form into an audience
With upheld hands, as it touches down.
Sounds a lot like jazz fusion
With a bit of Lady Gaga style rendition.
A flash of light
And everyone stands still.
Invisible actors stop for a few moments,
To change their drenched instruments.
Then there's a thunderous applause,
And the rains decide to move on.
Again the Stage is empty...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem