A glowering sky, a flash of light,
a sunny day plunged into night,
and all that seemed so safe and whole
is scattered with each thunder roll.
It seems the world must wash away
in sheets of rain on this dark day-
and yet the thoughtful person knows
the day ends where the rainbow goes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
day ends when the rainbow goes, true..