Sunce posle kiše 🌧️🌞The sun after the rain

Kišom umiven grad,
ulice ogledaju nebo.

A rain-washed city,
the streets mirror the sky

Putevi dišu sjajem,
u barama plove oblaci.

The roads breathe a glow,
clouds float in ponds.

Ulica pokrivena zlatom i ljubičastom. Kao da se cvet perunike razlio...

Street covered in gold and purple. It's like an iris flower has spilled...

Sve je mokro, čeka se sunce da prospe svoje žute zrake i ugreje beton koji malopre beše hladan i siv.

Everything is wet, waiting for the sun to spread its yellow rays and warm the concrete, which was cold and gray just a moment ago.

Prolaznici, plesom koraka,
preskaču mokre uspomene.
Kišobrani – cvetovi vetra,
zatvaraju se pod suncem.

Passers-by, dancing steps,
wet memories skip.
Umbrellas - flowers of the wind,
they close under the sun.

U trenu, asfalt gori zlatom,
automobili jure,
a svet se ogleda u kapima
što nestaju tiho,
poput sna...

In an instant, the asphalt burns with gold,
cars speeding,
and the world is reflected in drops
that disappear quietly
like a dream...

Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.

Greetings from Anka vregolana!