Good morning sky of gray…
Promising a day to survey
Say you have a fistful of rain
Alas, I will not complain
No sunshine with puffy clouds
I will not grumble or shout out loud
I know there is a reason
Each drop… heightens the season
The grass will be greener
The air will be cleaner
Thirsty flowers will revitalize…
Transformation before my eyes
8/9/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem