It rained all day long, 
Splattered on the road, pavement, trees, 
My roof and the glass windows
Obscured the sun and turned
The bright day grey; 
I watched it fall, heard its music, 
Felt the dampness and cold, and cried
Because I could not go out to play, 
I felt trapped, and the more I cried
The more my mother scolded me.
I had nothing to do except pester her, 
To prepare crisp sugary pancakes for me to eat; 
She asked me to take out my toys, 
Forgetting I had grown up 
Almost ready to go to school. 
Being a child is a bother at times.
The rain did not abate it was late evening, 
I could hear my father park the car, 
And ring the bell; 
He will pick me up and call me a good boy, 
And ask me to smile.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    