The sky is going grey
The clouds are forming
The sun is moving away
Cos the rain is coming
The plants leap for joy
They can’t wait to get the fall
Tired of the sun and its hot poison
Soon they’ll be growing tall
Umbrellas turn walking stick
Pedestrians rushing to their destinations
Everyone is trying to get off the street
So as not to be caught up in desperation
Down to the countryside
Animals are looking for shed
Children are enjoying the sight
Preparing to play in the rain and get wet
There’s excitement in the air
It’s about the coming of the rain
Everyone is happy everywhere
looks like it only came a decade ago
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem