the rain did not care who the receiver is
the rain did not know whether the receiver will be able to contain
that much
that much, how much?
the rain keeps on
soaking soil like marshy rotten eggs, marshy
the rain is looking for perfection
so I think the rain keeps on, raining
who can say anything?
without knowing how much is much
then withhold for the other few months
till we see more rain pouring, striding to ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem