O-ctober twenty-first morn
S-un shines in the window pane;
M-ist and haze disappear,
A-s the zenith sweeps the
R-ain.
D-ark shadows are gone,
E-vening chill is now over;
L-ights in the sky above
A-re a sign of good weather.
C-omfort and pure pleasure
R-elieve the sorrow and pain;
U-nderneath the wide lane
Z-enith sweeps the rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem