Rain water
dripping
the huge cloud’s
glory
upon flowers
which could never
reach it
had it not
become rain.
And now
they’ve drunk it
down
to the dregs
like a love
which they thought
a fleeting
dream
till, like
a bolt
out of the blue
it showered
its invincible
elation
upon them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a delightful feel-good verse.