I stare outside; a tear down my face
what do I not belong in this place
the rain so cold so wet and nice
has enough emotion for the world to suffice
I watch the rain its like watching the sky cry
I finaly get board and go outside behind me I hear my oh! my
the soft wet cool rain
has come to wash my pain away
I step outside and soon forget
all those things we want to regret
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely imagery and play with the concept of rain...tears..sorrow...and as one which washed the pain away lovely.....