June is fully here
and cotton clouds stir.
The damp heat comes
to gift parched earth.
The first raindrops sizzle
on black pavement.
Thunder in the distance
disturbs a quiet rest.
Another green season
glows beneath the sky.
The young children laugh,
and the old men cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this So simple and so concise