When the rain falls,
It; s like me pouring out tears.
I'm filled with pain like the rain;
I'm like a droplet
That can't control where I'm going.
I stand under the rain thinking,
Why does it rain? ...
Giving me all this pain and sorrow
I have on myself that can't be gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The reason why it was raining is because the heavens witnessed your sorrow and felt your pain, Jessica! Short but strong and well penned write! Thank you for sharing! Keep it up! 10+++ God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! Happy New Year!