It's raining my son.... The autumn is wet, <br />Wet like the eyes of a poor beguiled love.... <br />Go, close the window, and close the door, <br />Then come beside me, come, face me seated <br /> <br />In silence supreme.... It's raining my son. <br />Does it rain sometimes also in your soul? <br />Does your heart chill too? and do you shiver <br />Reflecting on the bright and bygone sun <br /> <br />Behind one of the closed doors of destiny? <br />But you weep my son.... In darkness, at once <br />Heavy tears outflow from your wet, wet eyes.... <br /> <br />Weep, weep the tears of soon lost innocence; <br />Weep without knowing, my poor unwise son, <br />The poor prey of life; weep that you may grow.<br /><br />Vahan Tekeyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-raining-my-son/
