It's raining.
Raining again
Making all the ground wet.
I'm beside the window
waiting to see the rainbow.
Minute by minute hours passing,
the rainbow's not seen yet.
I can wait till the of it
as long as there is a rainbow
but the bitter truth is
"not every rain has a rainbow"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well articulated and nicely penned with insightful. Thanks for sharing, OES.