Evening rain

It's raining in the city, drops are falling merrily from the leaves,
Wet asphalt makes an appointment with loved ones
Trembling in puddles, gentle letters are reflected,
Those that do not write that hung in the rainy sky.
In the rainbow, the world gives light, radiates hope ...
Maybe I'll rush to you and go to the coast
Maybe I'll argue with the wave of the sea, as before,
You will be with me kind, humble and gentle….
Maybe the gentle southern wind will warm me
And my idle question will answer slyly.
Maybe I will meet you, darling, by chance,
And two hearts will break from an accidental meeting.



Poetry author: Lyudmila Uraeva