It’s raining.

When it rains,

I have a lot of questions.

Changed inside,

Gentle winds.

The rain doesn’t stop,

There is no sleep.

Excitement in my mind,

It hurts like hell.

I wish he would stop now

Rustling voices.

Lek did not stop crying,

Cry like a baby.

These noises will stop,

Chehra Khan puts flowers.

Smallpox, tulip, rubella,

Like flowers want.

Ilhomova Mohichehra is a student of the 8th grade of the 9th general secondary school of Zarafshan city, Navoi region.