It's beautiful...so beautiful the rain is
when you know not where the pain is,
and you know where the shade is.
You have no fear to sleep on the street;
you are not worried to work in the field;
no fear to lose the crops you have cared,
you have nursed.
It's beautiful...so very beautiful the rain is
when you know not what hunger is.
You know you won't have to walk
like a street child or a beggar or a hawker
for whom rain is the ultimate curse-so true.
So very true that you know
you won't have to walk alone.
You won't have to suffer long.
If you do walk, trust me,
you walk for a shower or recreation.
If you catch cold or have lost hold,
trust me, you are not alone.
You shall be taken care of and you shall
be held.
You won't be lost.
But
They might be lost and forgotten
For whom night's darkness gives way to
hide their shame,
And for whom heaven is the only ceiling to
rest beneath.
So beautiful...it is...yes, the rain is!
The poet is a student of English department, East West University
