Rain...I have been waiting for Him for a long time.
And He came...
He brought the smell of ozone,
Wet pavements, rainpaths on my window...
And Melancholy...
She entered to the people's hearts
With the first drops of the April Rain.
She clorked in their souls with a cristal wed.
White sky covered the town with a solid dome.
The flock of ravens sits on the eaves,-
Even in their glances are sorror and loss.
What did they lose?
Birds that feed carrion...
Do they have dreams? Or
Do they have something to lose?
Why not?
The lonely Tear is on my cheek -
Million tears are on the glass...
The Heaven are crying...
These are the Tears of my Heart...
It's so sad...and wonderful...
Tears of grief.
Tears of joy.
Tears of...
They'll turn into a Lake.
The Lake of lost Hopes;
The Lake of happy Instants;
The Lake without a bottom...