The cloud acts as the harbinger of rain
That plays at above blue sky.
Rain drops fall from black cloud
On dry apprehensive earth,
Being pitter patter on bushy trees
And on window pane,
Cheer the heart in plethora
Smear the heart and mind
As if it is the smearing of devotee and devotion.
Chilly zephyr placates
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem