Rain will fall in continuous drops
Creating music soothing to the heart and mind
The leaves will rustle kissing each other
Beaten incessantly by the cool and howling wind
Rain will fall with raindrops woven
Into shining strings connecting the earth and sky
It is monsoon time in this holy land
All around it is green and spirit of the people is high
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem