As I lay peacfully,
on my porch looking,
at the dark, gloomy sky,
Cryinfg which is, its heart out.
Pondering I am,
Pain what is it, that
Causeth thee, to lose control,
Shed unstopped, so much tears.
Thou art still, our Hero,
For 'tis only the martyr,
who brings joy, to the vain,
Although consumed, by his own pain.
Oh I really like it. I love it! I relate a lot to the rain..it helps me reflect...it is like a cleansing of the soul. A ten! Princess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the whole Rain God thing, very nice descriptive language