Over Učka (note: mountain in Croatia) a small hat
black little cloud
God knows where he came from,
all places little boy wandered,
and like he was ashamed,
that he is so small and all alone,
he got angry,
he expanded,
covering the sky.
He emptied the bucket
and rain fell.
When his anger passed,
he disappeared like a smoke.
But mother was very sad,
because her robe got wet
that was drying in the garden.
Short poem of Drago Gervais, Croatian poet. Unfortunately, translation can't give you the beauty of words written in Croatian dialect. But you can get the idea of the story.
Hope you'll like it :-)
