Rain Narrative

Nguyen Hong Van

In June, rain falls on the tender young leaves.

Water lilies in the green fields stretch their long pistils and delicate petals.

Old summer lotus pond

The frog sat and sang a nursery rhyme.

 

The rain was falling softly.

The rain whispers a silent love song.

Someone's footsteps are coming slowly through the crowded street.

I was astonished to step on the rustling leaves of the fallen flamboyant trees.

 

Soaked in rain, bewildered, I remember the day I dreamed.

The old, moss-covered school evokes a sense of nostalgia as the final school year begins.

Gently holding hands, our hearts fluttered.

Memories remain, but where are those distant souls?

 

June rain, a never-ending, incessant downpour.

"Even if it doesn't rain, I'll still pray for rain."

With tender, poetic feelings, even butterflies and flowers are stirred.

Summer has returned, bringing with it a boundless season of memories.

 

Summer rain falls gently, carrying with it a sense of longing.

Just once, let's go back to our school days.

Watching the phoenix fly down, its long, silky hair falling.

Shining with affection, a lingering feeling that will never fade.

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202506/tu-su-mua-29c0453/