And in the dust of a wet rainy day I bath gray
I dive into puffy clouds that seem to explode and instead
dripping and pouring around it melts and vapor dew. Rain and thick rhythmic
penetrates the earth,
slips on leaf, caressed by fresh, tremble.
Rain returned to the roots of the dark lands,
holy water and ever new,
everything is pervaded, invaded, brought to life thanks to her powerful
Lady
now gives delicate and tears,
with his mantle of very fine gray
prepares violent storms.
Eve.
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