The sunshine spreads
Peeking with fire-like brilliance; 
Burning the dirt and
Pelting with rays of radiance.
Trees swaying to and fro; 
Winds tossing leaves high and low; 
Limbs dwindling, dangling and pumping; 
Leaves shooting and dunking.
A whirlwind of dust floating...
Winds raging and branches looping; 
Scooping withered leaves so high...
Some soaring and falling from the sky.
The rain came pouring down, 
Disturbing everything on the ground; 
Giving objects a powered wash; 
Chasing every drip that makes a dash.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem