The rain comes
but does not go.
It fills up my brain, my heart
and my soul.
Up past my knees
and enters my mouth
Falls down my throat
while i gurgle and shout.
While i scream
and i pout.
As i thrash and moan and count
the trickling drops.
While they drip down the seems
and the sides of the walls of my house.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem