As I sit here, infront of this gravestone,
I think back on all of the good times i had.
And remember, that life never stops,
Though it seems, and feels like it.
Silently, the sky lights up,
like a beautiful show of fireworks.
A crack of thunder,
like the sound of bowling balls dropping.
Rain quickly falls down,
like a watershow coming from the sky.
A murmur is whispered by this ghost-look-a-like.
'Rain, sky, rain like never before.'
Silently, she stands up,
Not a single hair or piece of cloth wet on her see through body,
Nor out of place.
Slowly though, she disappears, like rain in sand.
Following her departure,
A murmur rings through the air and land.
'Rain, Sky, Rain like you've never did before, and nurture those alive and in need.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem