I am here in my room
Watching the rain falling
Outside making puttering
Sound upon the roofs;
I watch raindrops shining
In the street lights as they
Fall on the road in strings;
Cars and rickshaws plying
The road get washed and
Shine too. I like the sound
They make as they screech
To a halt in the rain. I feel
Like getting wet and cold,
While typing my poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem