I hear the sound of rain drops,
on roof,
on windows.
Is it rainy outside?
I'm standing near closed window,
wavering to open it.
I'm afraid of sadness
which will come in.
Finally,
I open it fearfully.
The sun shines and
There aren't any shadows.
Isn't it rainy inside?
Am I so far away from you?
Which window is closed?
Which windows should be opened?
Where are you?
Where aren't you?
I'm rainy
I'm rainy
I'm rainy
Be my umbrella please!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again good one...simple and profound