My hut on the hill:
It rattles & shakes,
the rain drums on the roof
as if for heaven's sakes.
The storm blows outside,
the wind & the rain,
nothing can stop them
like a man gone insane.
But inside it's dry
and I am inside
and outside there's darkness
but inside there's a light.
Once it's all over
the moon sends some light
some clouds rushing past it
through the now silent night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very natural with nature...lovely