I like the darkness that's out
I like the rain that's pouring down
the lighting that strike's the sound of
light water hitting on the window pouring down like
a flood looking down on chicago with
faded fog in the air lights on, car driving by
and a wet baseball field as the darkness goes
away so does the fine day for some people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem