The Rain
The rain is falling,
splattering on top of the roof of my gloomy room.
It sounds like a genuine green jade tinkling.
The rain water is trickling to the deep bottom of the earth.
I lean up my back against the window;
seeing the rain is falling down.
Bluster east comes suddenly;
it slams the water of the rain.
Drizzling is remaining dribbling.
From the dreary room I see my flowers are still faded.
They still need the rainfall more and more....
The cloudy sky please hear my pleading.
Let the rain keep falling;
let it seeps to the root of my flowers.
Until the falling rain will stop by itself.
And tomorrow morning I can see my flowers are smiling.
