Tiny drops of tears and elliptical dreams gently touch my face.
The flowers devour the gift of miracles that the creator allows me to see. My conscience suddenly becomes clear and i dare to breathe.
Mother earth blessings surround me, both she and I are one.
Do I dare to raise my head toward the gray clouds and feel her caressing showers on my face, my lips, my tongue.... must I go on.
Embrace me and drown me with angel tears and the tears of the the earth and that of the sun.
Suddenly, just as quickly as the showers come, so swiftly do they go, I am alone, drenched in the tears of angels, only to open my eyes to a new world clean and pure,for the time being...
As I embrace the gift of the rain,
I find that I am human once again, judged by others, scorned by most,
When will the rain return.