Loud groans can be heard as the sun begins to disappear,
And many turn on the waterworks as the tears reach the ground near,
Sometimes it is concomitant by snow, hail and leaves,
Other times it's just tremendously extravagant with a cool breeze,
But when the clouds of goom are gone and a rainbow shines then each soul cheer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem