Rain, rain, kill not,
Kill not anybody my dear
In this summer.
Rain, rain, tell
The high velocity winds
Go back, go back.
Let my fisher men
Go to the sea
And let them maintain
Their family.
Rain, rain, affect not
My rail, my road, damage not
Anything and let the people
Live in peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The weather can be such a detriment to domes livelihood and working lives. Nice poem expressing this.