it was raining.
you loved the rain for a multitude of reasons.
in your words,
it was cold and relaxing,
made things quiet and sleepy.
i loved the rain for it's aftermath:
it brought spring.
trees grew leaves,
flowers slowly started growing,
the grass became greener.
and on top of everything; washed away everything we had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem