Listening to a rain storm outside the window, wondering what will happen inside clouds above.
Being stilled and kept in a treasure chest of love and promises, thinking about them often.
Wondering if and when something will begin or end on its own, weather hanging all alone above.
Nothing else to be done, it has all been taken away in a flood of tears, while listening to a rainstorm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem