I'm the rain
Always come
With grains of water
And cold stab
I'm the rain
Who had vent out the anger
With a rumble
And the flashes were snatched
I'm the rain
Who you always avoided
And shelter in
Enormous secure box
I'm the rain
Who you always ignored
Because you would prefer
The fire that will warm you
But, you never know
How much sacrifice
the rain
Which always
And will always come back
Even though i know
The pain after falling
Over and over again
A beautifully conceived poem in a mood of despondency. Time to cheer-up since joy definitely replaces sorrow in the manner of night being followed by day. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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I would like to translate this poem
I'm the rain Who you always ignored Because you would prefer The fire that will warm you........ beautiful poem . full of imagination and so much of truth and love. thank you for this poem dear poetess. tony