Cleansing rain on a stormy day,

how wondrous smells summer hay!

Brings us past, shows tomorrow,

future kisses and unwanted sorrow.


I want to pray, who’s there to listen?

Where is my harbour, where’s my shelter?

Thunders, storms and waves –

nothing soothes the blazing fire

engulfing my self, my nature.



The rain keeps drumming its song

playing with the August child;

listen to its melody and sound.

Stop thinking what’s true or wrong.


Close your eyes.

Open your heart.

Feel the flames

calling your name.

Love is just a game!


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