Overcast and drab evening
with ominous shroud dark
Distant rumbling crackle
akin to giant ignited spark
Adding to swelling misery
in my moments desolate
Craving for little company
to someone try and relate
Swallowed up with solitude
for sane sense to maintain
With cape less mackintosh
I step out in spitting rain
My pace though consistent
but drizzle started to pour
Beset with strange emotions
couldn't repress my outpour
Felt one with the elements
water spattering on my face
Intermingling with my tears
not leaving a visible trace
In street turned near rivulet
I stopped to look up for sign
Lo and behold silver lining
of a most exquisite design
Experienced feel awesome
inexplicable thence before
New purpose got bestowed
to seek all what is in store
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
seek what is in store, good writing, I like it, thanks.