I feel the melancholy of the rain,
As if it were my very soul crying.
It is a dull, pounding sort of pain,
And from it I am dying.
My soul lies listless as the flat grey sky,
And my heart murmurs like raindrops on the trees.
I sit, lethargic, and watch as time slips by,
Moved not even by the breeze.
The rain falls, a pale, unrelenting curtain,
Confusing my thoughts,
Thoughts that slow, themselves uncertain,
But are like the rain, which never stops.
The heavens cry, and I feel their sadness,
But I haven't the strength left for tears.
I watch only with fractured madness,
Thunder echoing in my ears.
Melancholy of the rain touches soul, who cries in pain and sadness. Rain falls and confuses mind. Thunder echos in ears and fractured madness scribbles mind. An amazing poem very wisely drafted on rain and sadness is perceptional poem....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a heartwarming poem, Emma.....