Sunday, 8 September 2019

Rain song with Pasajul noapte's comment

Here, the rains!
Fly with the umbrella;
the rain is falling on asphalt grey.
Chase the rain, fly.

The sky is falling,
the winds are rocking,
knocking against the window panes.
Fly, fly, and take the blows.

Hear the rains
in the whistle of the trains
running wild on the tracks of watery trails.
Fly, fly and ride
above the cracks in the sky.

The asphalt roads are carrying the rains
down the drains,
down the alleys;
down the slopes of the lanes.

The wind is swelling under the wings;
the umbrella balloons and chases the rings
of clouds on their darkened horse;
Fly, fly with the balloon, reach the sky.

Shivering, the crows hide in the leaves.
The sun never lived and the sky never felt the waves
ere the rains struck hard on the asphalt grey.
Fly, fly dear umbrella,
when the sun goes hiding, and the clouds start to run
in fear of the rain,
you know the way
to the heart of the song of rain.

Sushama Karnik
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