The rain was suddenly pouring down
in the late afternoon
a thing that we used to call
civil service weather
when everybody was going home
Just two thunder claps was followed
by a torrent of rain
and red roses was blown against the window
looking almost like a painting
with the drops running down in little rivulets
and I was dry inside, cordoned off by windows
and a door, being separate from those outside
who was running past in the street
trying to find some shelter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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An extremely pleasant portrayal of the scene created by a downpour in the late afternoon. Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.