ωith the falling rain inside
Pours out all that needs expression
No wind even cold would harm
The warmth that resides herein.
This rain that makes feel light
Cleanses the soul of dirt outside
And breaks the mould clay
Revealing new in the brightness of today.
This rain that leaves,
Shall not be put to waste
Shall be reused again.
Shall evaporate and renew again.
Be wise and feel the rain。