One single raindropp on my head,
Will make me smile today.
Making me glad I'm not in bed,
But underneath these clouds of grey.
The gentle rain cleansing the land,
Like Manna from the sky.
Out in the rain I want to stand,
Watching the clouds as they cry.
(6/30/11-Alton Texas)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem