Rain,
A wet, cold thing to some.
To others,
It is a relief and relaxation course.
It charges down into the ground,
And splashes all over your clothing.
It trickles down ones cheek,
And onto ones chest.
The coldness is ignored,
When the water beats down on me.
I feel safe and free when that rain pours down,
Away from worries and happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem