Clouds were getting ready to shower this earth
I was waiting for this moment walking through the path
A spirit so dried out, kept its tired hope on the sky
Praying for a thunderstorm to end this spell of dry.
Then came the rain like a bunch of playful children
Lovingly embracing the mother earth with the strain
Wind was roaring and powering through the trees
Like a group of revolutionists, who got free without cease –
As I was enjoying this savage love, every drop of water
I surrendered myself to nature’s most gripping disaster.