清明节下雨的古诗英语版

In Qingming Festival, It Rains

The rain pours down in Qingming Festival, The mourners brave the storm with faces pale. They sweep the tombs of loved ones gone, And pay respects to those who’ve moved on.

The raindrops fall upon the earth, And cleanse the land for new rebirth. The wind howls through the trees and grass, As if the spirits of the dead do pass.

Though the weather may be harsh and cold, The love for those we’ve lost will never grow old. We honor them with every tear we shed, And keep their memories alive in our heads.

So let the rain come down and wash away, The sadness and sorrow of yesterday. For in this moment, we come together, To remember and cherish, now and forever.