Thick cloud covered the skies
filled to brim with its blackish ink
sweeping rustled leaves that were dry in the hot sun
moon in its despair and only the twinkling of the stars could light the earth
winds howling from the west to the south
ushering in another cool weather to human
plants in appreciative that the would feel the another fresh droplets
aquatics happy that another drops has fill their home
rain drops, so pure and bear no grudge against any
essentials for our development
rain drops so sweet fall once again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem