＊My Poem>Rain

Rain, is the major festival around the world,
The delight belongs to the heaven, at least.
Lasting existence, against the cognition
Flowing out my decades.
They kiss a little stone
On the road staring at the stars
And taste hunger and hardship on those
Guests' senseless faces or covering with
Another calling. They sign the couple
to leave or re-encounter;
Even on the cement floor a drop
Became into a dark mask and renders
Its deep shock
after a caught charged to Nature
can be doing a nameless suitor.

Rainning is indeed the time for celebrating,
There JOY ended.
Twisting and spreading out a wet handkerchief,
Taste and swallow up the sweet rainbow
For rainning is exactly the time, much earlier or later,
Which suits with keeping on dancing in earth
With those who beating their pair of white wings.