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blamed in every grief, and rarely loved when it brings relief |
There they come: the dark clouds of old like a giant whale up above, casting its shadow, such a sight to behold did you arrive as a warning about our sins, or as a blessing for this land? may it be the latter, for I can feel the ground below like a beggar extending his hand and I for one long for that scent when your water embraces the earth such a relaxing feeling, one that is worthy of a long, much needed breath and now the rain falls: not aggressive, but as if greeting us with a smile how I've waited for this reunion, every time it feels like it's been a while they said you're crying along the grievers, O heavenly water from above they said you're the background of a sad scene, usually for those who struggle with love yet here I am, standing while you're pouring, with nothing to cover after all, since when you greet friends with gloves, as if strangers from one another and though this meeting warms my heart, sadly I might end up with a cold but hey it was worth it, for those drops are more precious to me than gold So welcome again, playful friend of life I hope you stay a little longer this time, so that the land grows green and bright Do your magic, enchant us with a show of sceneries, free for anyone to see with our homes as front row seats, and snacks in the form of a soup, or a warm coffee |