She got drenched in the rain
to feel her heart turn warmer again
her moist eyes, tired of shedding tears
now, gleamed with love, it seems.
The rain kissed her on her face
to see her blush, her cheeks turn red
the wind tried to lift her hair
the rain had been caressing with love.
Then rain took her face in its hands
every touch did purify her
evoking the radiance in her and
bringing out her beautiful smiles.
She loved being there with the rain,
its tiny droplets soaking her wet
the pure memories in her did glow
turning her into an endless stream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem about how the rain loves and caresses her pains away.