When it rains, I go out
Standing there
Letting it hit me,
I don’t mind getting wet.
Let me feel the rain…..
That gently touches my soul,
And takes away my pain..!
Let me feel on my face..
So that no one can see me crying…
Let the rain kiss me
Let the dropp hug me,
As it slowly soaks,
Through my hair and clothes,
Gently caressing the heart
And every heart beat
Embraces each dropp of love!
Let me fall in love.
I have a smile on my face
And I am ready for love
Oh! Where do you come from
You little dropp of rain…….! !
rain does that..it makes you fell it has come just for you...beautifully wriitten...read my 'a finger's touch on me' on rain
very nice. You equate the longing for rain with the longing for love. good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. simple and easy to understand! i imagine the rain drops falling and making the loveable journey of your body, mind and sould. did the raindropp meet your poetic soul? ?