Drops of rain, swimming down.
I look to the storm, waiting for a sign.
Can't you feel the sun? They say.
All I feel is rain.
Can't you feel the warmth? They say.
All I feel is rain.
Can't you feel the joy? They say.
The rain washes me away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad poem, Ann. Well written, but sad