The sky gets furious again,
Every now and then,
The rain follows after that,
Turning the earth a piece of beauty to look at!
I don’t find gloominess in rain,
I reckon it takes away my pain,
Like it happens in magic,
Giving birth to music so unique.
Thunderbolt and rain are inseparable,
As the body’s union with the soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem