I can hear the rain pouring down on my head.
Pounding the ground, sounds of the dead.
I can see the black clouds that blanket the sky.
Hiding the sun, telling their lies.
I can taste the salty drops filled with sorrow.
Leaving in haste, vanishng for tommorow.
I can feel the wet drops, my t-shirt they stain.
They fall like tears, I can sense the rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem