I have always liked
the rain with its special aroma
and that way of breaking
and change plans:
wet bodies, clothes, streets, glass
The rain is the cry of God.
and every tear that falls
makes it bloom
the earth.
We can't caress her
and if we try to hold back a drop
this one slips through the fingers
rain can bring joy, sadness
now that it rains
I want to have a drop in my hands
and hold her tight
thinking of you
and in that miracle we call
love
My dreams are like rain
and I enjoy the moment
like a hug of life
when the rain falls
I feel
that you come to me
looking for a kiss.
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