clouds came down
to wash my face
forming puddle
beneath my feet
I cup my cheeks
to mask my cough
it felt warm
I never forget
I whisper let it be
pour on me; please
hurry; am tired
then light cuts sky
brilliant like smile
I was heard; i guess
then I should be fine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem on rain indeed Loved reading it I invite you to read my poem Voice Of An Unaccomplished Soul (on Poet's Page)