Cold, gray skies touching my mind, reminding me of New Jersey when I was young.
Recollecting images, knowing that rainy days made me happy because I was glad to see the clouds chasing each other across the sky, etching their memories in my mind forever.
A lasting impression to keep, seeing what is a joyful tribute to times in New Jersey when I was so much younger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem