because it rains all day
and what you hear is just the pitter &patter
of the rain
along the pavements
beside the house
you become so restless for not having done
the list of the day
there is no reason for the hurry
actually, there is so much more to be done
inside the labyrinths of the heart
have the joy of contemplation as you take your
mental recreation
think again of her and you
think about the rain stopping when the flowers start to bloom again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem