From clouds, cool teardrops plummet down
Cascading, with percussive sound
In Spring, to douse the barren earth
To nourish deepest roots, that thirst
Like trees and flowers, I don't mind
With open arms, it feels divine
Umbrella-holders pass and stare
But I don't really give a care
Some people run, some people hide
Some people choose to stay inside
But I absorb it with a grin
With passing time, beneath I'd spend
Here pirouetting, spinning through
I might as well start singin' too
Though many things in life can rile
Fun is the rain, I'm like a child
It's scintillating to the spirit
To close your eyes~magic~to hear it
Ignore those umbrella holders, Bryce...have the will and heart and time to love the nature around us...as aristocratically you did here...beautiful mind robbing piece...10
youre like the beethovan of poetry, really incredible choice of words, great great job
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a couple of words come to mind they are, inpirational, brilliant, beautiful, awesome and amazing! ! ! ! ! !