R-ight after the rainy night,
O-ne new morn will shine;
D-ay shall hear the rhyme,
E-very verse, every
L-ine.
M-ay second seems fair,
A-fter the cold evening chill;
R-ainbow and light show up,
C-ausing a thousand thrill.
I-n the sky the flame will burn as the dark clouds will be bright;
A-nother dawn drives away the sorrow, right after the rainy night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem