A whim a fancy
The rain a lady
Capricious her moods
She thinks she will
A dropp it falls
A kiss on my skin
I then think
How wonderful
It would be to be
Drenched in hers arms
To sing to dance
Then I find to utter dismay
She takes flight fancy free
Like a infidel lover
She spurs me and walks away!
Nice poem! It is hard to imagine your imaginations with the rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
rain... sweat of an infidel lover.........