sweltering, sultry, southern heat
simmering under stormy skies;
clouds that clamour bring no relief
clinging and cluttering - yet deny
a dropp of rain to reach the ground.
no remedy offered - what right to remain?
grumbling thunder rumbles around
empty threat teasing the window pane.
'malcontent! ', muttered my muse in disdain,
'i s'pose you'd prefer a class 2 hurricane.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well executed, great ending!