Mind`s got heavy
with huge storm cloud.
All would-be tears gather
and their assembly gets loud.
Things went dry
when humidity attacked.
All clouds ganged up
though wind once scattered.
Things were weighed
toyed over and tallied.
More clouds then gathered
and my heart`s got pallid.
Maybe only rain is relief.
Maybe just an easy belief.
Or that what comes next
may be out of the box and ready text.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem