When it fails to wet my eyes
and drain away the eternal pain
That rain ought not to be mine
Which pours down just in vain…
When it fails to touch my memories
Does not take me to the good old days
That rain ought not to be mine
Which pours down just in vain…
But, when it brings me back to my home
Takes me to the places I have ever known
That rain means so much more
Which brings the past close to my door….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem