The rain Loves you
And it wants to hug you and kiss you
The Rain Loves you
Even if you don't love it to
The rain loves you
And it wants to shower you with kisses
The Rain loves you
Even if your a Mister or Misses
And when you're all wet
It smiles like a rainbow
That's so you will understand
That it will never kill you no
The rain is hitting on me with too wet of kisses, better than catching all those insulting disses. Of the hot sun and the dry dry dry world without rain. Making this planet just a crying shame. It's something for only the rain to get away with. Wet kisses, wet kisses, I'm blessed, I'm blith.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic and lovely, sir Art Paul..10++