Those expected joyous times
are here one can tell
Guttural croaks of bullfrogs
herald an impending spell
Rumble in the distance and
streaks lighting up dreary night
Perk up sullen temperaments,
infusing dose of expectant delight
It's time to find old brolly and
mackintosh with hooded cape
Just to sit on the patio
with hot cuppa and sweetened crape
Precursor to petty indulgences
and rekindling touch of romance
To dabble in frolicking gaiety
in bucketing rain merrily dance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, nice flow to it. A great write.