If you hear the rolling thunder
see, the storm clouds coming your way
take shelter in your lover’s arms
and await the coming calm.
Feel the security love brings
as you wait out the storm
the heavenly bliss of love
that will always keep you warm.
There is no safer place
to be when the heavens cry
than in the sheltering umbrella
of your lover’s arms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem