I love the fall of feather rain
But fear the thunder in the distance
I see the rise of planted grain
And hopeful it sways with resistance
To threatening skies of gray clouds sliding
Stealing blues and sunsets, red
I love the cool of showers, sweetness
But hate the lightning, overhead
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I would like to translate this poem
Stealing Blues! ! Thanks for sharing.