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Lightnings, thunders fall from

The skies, my lady, you are

Beginning to cry, your skin

Is slowly getting damp

Tears are falling through

Cold of this dark day

Rain is drenching my tired face

Charming form of morning dipped

In haze, replaces the storm

The wrath changes her sorrow

Like the birth and the death

In raindrops Of raging storm

Rain is moisture of plants and trees

Water is hurtling like wild beast

Floods out the beings of this land

Raindrops which are carrying the end

Your soul is a sadness

Hides behind so pure well of tears of skies

The tears, so sweet and so bitter

Like a day lost in the night

Where through deep pool

Roots of trees feed their trunks

You body is a grace

Of midnight moon and of morning haze

Lightnings, thunders now leave the sky

My lady, at least you're ceasing cry

Your skin is slowly scooping breath

New life replaces the bygone death