난 라디오 음악에 맞춰 노래하면서 손가락으로
헝클어진 머리를 빗는다.
먼 곳에 천둥소리가 다시 들린다
꽃들은 이야기를 그만뒀다.
이제…비가 온다.
I comb my tangled hair with my fingers
while singing along to the radio.
Again, thunder is heard in the distance.
The flowers have ceased talking.
Now…the rain comes.
sundry folly 
Oh, this is quite nice! Unadorned yet so descriptive, with much space for the reader to fill in.
Thank you!
This is a memory device poem for some new vocabulary which I am currently studying. 🙂
Your efforts turned out a stunning poem. I hope you remember the vocabulary!
This is a very powerful and brooding poem. Well done!
Thank you for the kind words! 🙂 I hope that 2015 is treating you well.
If I can keep my head above the snow line it will be great! 🙂 And of course i hope your 2015 is going well to!