Rain

Birds are flying over the poor river
The rain is coming, clouds are silver
A moment of silent and it’s falling
Water is all over the sky, drowning

Dancing fish, growing flowers
Happy nature, lots of colors
Insects hiding behind the rocks
Watching for the liquid blocks

Sounds like drums, showing
The drops in struggling
Being free, called by the earth
Giving the flowers a rebirth

After a passionate storm
I can reflect my own
As a blue mirror role
Describing a soul.