When it pours at night,
but all I am is alright,
tucked in the magic that is the blanket,
I cannot want more away from this bracket.
The drops of rain fall in rhythm,
they have a certain theme.
Some way they serenade like lyrics,
there is music.
It is when I choose to listen,
that only weighty things are least then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Welcome Jez.Thanks to you too.