Sunrise

I hear thunders far way, I can feel the storm comming, closer and closer. The sound becomming louder. The unstoppable presence of the rain arrives, waters to clean and carry all tears. My heart needs the rain and welcomes it as guest-of-honor to feast. Thunders are heralds as they announce that the pains will be taken by the waterflow, drowned in the cries of the drying fountain. And it rains, heavily, and it carries all suffering, desilusion, renewing the once lost and confused soul, and thunders growing stronger change the storm into music, feeding ears that seek consolation. And heavy drops fullfill the streets and alleys and cover my feet and soak my body, spreading relief all over me. And for eternal moments, I allow myself to be carressed by the rain, letting go all that hurts and weights. And thunders, as rain, move away, changing tune. And raindrops music from the sky calms the soul, now clean. And the storm goes by, as everything goes, taking with it the tears, the pain, leaving only happyness and hope that feed my most intimate dreams. And in the sky, after thunderstorm, the sun rises and a new raimbow rises with it. My soul smiles happy. A new morning has begun.

 

Star... 3:09 PM