When we were young and carefree,
We'd dance in the rain with wild glee,
Splashing in puddles and feeling free,
Our laughter echoing through the trees.
Our clothes would cling, our hair a mess,
But we didn't care, we were truly blessed,
To be alive, to feel the rain,
And to play and dance without refrain.
Our parents would watch from afar,
Smiling as we reached for the stars,
So full of life, so full of joy,
Like little girls and boys.
We'd jump and spin and twirl around,
Feeling the magic of the wet ground,
The raindrops like a symphony,
Playing a tune for you and me.
And as the storm clouds began to fade,
We'd return to our homes, wet and unafraid,
Knowing that the memories we'd made,
Would never be forgotten, but forever replayed.
Now as we grow older and life moves on,
Those moments of childhood seem so long gone,
But whenever the rain begins to fall,
We're transported back, to that joyful thrall.
And once again we dance and play,
In the rain, just like yesterday,
Recapturing the magic of youth,
And reliving the memories, pure and true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem