To me the rain falls endlessly
As it flows through the gutters blocked.
The water falls so carelessly
Where the leaves decaying docked.
To me the rainstorm is forever,
So the leaves rotting sail out.
'Rain's no reason to be sober, '
The vagabond frog would shout.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful poem indeed!