Unceasing Rain Poem by Naveed Akram
Unceasing Rain
Unceasing is the rain, all of pain
And suffering, and mild anger;
Its cold nature is choice
And lasting effects are present
In the dropping rain.
Unceasing is the rain, always some rain
Is absent some of the day,
Opening a sacred time, of special
Leaning, a laugh is heard sometimes.
The showers are sending heavenly sights
Altogether heavenly, how awesome!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
7/29/2026 12:17:28 AM # rel_20260727T173023Z_37e450e
