Revelling in the rain
That goes tapping on my back.
I twirl, 'am in no haste;
With a weedy leafy dirndle
Wrapped around my waist.
I swing and I sway,
Drifting about in gay;
Pirouetting with the posies,
Floating in the pristine air.
I dance with no refrain,
Foot taps whispering with the rain.
The entire world stood,
As in a clearing in the wood;
With festoons of flowers and foliage,
Them all ornating my stage.
Till I dance into the dawn,
And a grey and cloudy morn;
Rain capering with me,
Accompanying me for a song.
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It is dreamy and beautiful. The dance that sways amid the raindrops converts the spirit of the poetess to rain and breeze. Lovely poem and poetess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good morning! I am reading it again. :)