Only you can come up with good rain poems.
Or, you think you love the rain.
Or, the rain loves you.
You remember the rain.
The rain never fail.
You think the rain recognise your voice.
You call the rain.
Glistening, how dare you.
You listen to the rain.
Your basement is on red
The non stop rain is riding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem