I felt the placid water,
In the palm of my hand.
It made me want to drink it,
But the beauty at hand,
Made me want to look at it.
I felt the raindrops dropping,
On my hand.
I wanted to dry them but
The beauty at hand made me just watch them.
I felt the gush of water,
On a stormy and rainy day.
I didn't stop the gush, I let it play,
On the wet sidewalk.
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I would like to translate this poem
Hi. I read your work. Well, rain is beautiful. So many people believe so, but when it rains they don't walk through it. They hide under an umbrella! Oh, contradictory people! Paradoxical actions! ! I think we both share common feelings about nature... My poem 'Modern Life' may satisfy your mind in this case. I'd be glad to know your comments and ideas on it. Good luck.