An eldritch nightmare for its knower;
A tradegy of abrasion for its sufferer by the Bestower.
A day, so beautiful, when the drops of rain descend;
With the kiddiewinks relishing, and the high spirits they attend.
All and sundry, into exhilaration and gratification;
In a flash, the drops of rain cascade, erecting a horrendous configuration.
The chortlings, guffaws and all exhilaration;
Replaced by grisly wails, ululations and solely trepidation.
The beloved water to be seen as a behemoth too vile;
Decimating the houses, the clothes, the rooftops and every single smile.
The vicissitude filled with dolour, even after the sky goes dry;
Covering the earth with the sea of chagrin and the world's flustered cry.
Oh thou, thy pacific water turned into a fumingly livid flood;
What wrong did thee, that made water a behemoth, ask thy blood.
The winsome and calmest of chums can be thy foe;
Just like rain water changing into the ferocious flood show.
Seek reprievement and purgation, from the Divine God;
Beseech with humility, the rainy water to reconcile and return to the sky of thy Lord!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem