It is dark
but yet agin it is light.
How so does it do so?
I think it is a storm.
That i so love.
With the piter pater of the rain on the roof.
and the loud bang of the thunder.
How so do i love how the sky can light up even at the darkest time.
What more can be any more peacefull.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem