The singing of rain soothes my mind; it is louder than my thoughts.
Falling freely, with no strict pattern; just as my thoughts are to me
It’s gentle, powerful, and visibly admirable-the rain
It muffles, and washes, distracts me from my pain
Will the sunshine come again?
Can it be im just the same-
The same as the twig, amoung the great many-
Who the rain kisses or misses…
Im always the one who never listens
I keep falling in and out
Each time my heart torn out
The rain is the only one who hears me
When everyone around me fears me.
This twig among the tree- will someday break free
Then I, alone, will feel the rain
Instead of all the inner pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem