As I look out my window at the bright sky,
I watch all the people walk on by,
Some look happy,
Some look sad,
Some walk by with their dads',
While I go out my door and start to walk,
I stop and listen to all the people talk,
Some stories of loss,
Some stories of gain,
All stories of happiness and of pain,
As I just look standing there in front of the door,
Suddenly I look up and rain starts to rapidly pour,
All these stories are like a personal reference,
Where in my poems I can put them into a sentence,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As i just look sitting here in front of ur poem, suddenly I look up and the sky starts saying..'ccccooooooolllllll'....