Blackened skies, gray clouds scattered about, all of
them holding precipitation.
Soon it will be raining on earth, forming misty
atmospheres, holding moisture within skyways above.
Waiting for the cue to begin pouring upon earth, all
the water it can hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature and its effect beautifully created into a poem and likes.