The sky with shy clouds
The rain makes them proud
The drops of life mingle with them
They make the rivers march and hum
And the trees when wet do rejoice
The sun showers with rays and we enjoy
So more clouds are to be born
They will surf the sky like convoy
And for more rain they will race
again and again at every place in space
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem