May our meeting awaits the next night
For rainy season it's what she likes,
Every dark, wet, steep road I would hike
Makes even colder to see her sight.
Right now beyond the window I see
Are grey, stormy skies that she adores,
If I could run to her in the shores
With heavy rain will bathe in the sea.
And all the rainy days that create
My breath a fog into the mirror,
Point finger that I manipulate
And write her name slowly and clearer
Than the clear blue skies that I await.
Now it's raining I wish her nearer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked this very much, good write.