the rain falls and falls
wetting the windows and doors
and pillars and posts and fields
it falls as drops
and runs down towards the low land
making crisscrossed runnels
the rain falls and falls
like tears from the eyes of a new bride
wetting the shoulders of her parents
dark clouds becomes clear and the stream
gathers strength and moves ahead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem