I looked out of the window,
And it was raining,
I saw the glitter of the raindrops,
On leaves of the trees.
And suddenly I remembered you.
I remembered writing to you about the inherent sadness in rain,
cloudy sky that almost touches the horizon,
The cold wind sweeps while touching the tree tops,
Puddles of water reflecting my dreams and how they create ripples after ripples every time they are touched by the raindrops.
I miss writing to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem