It began to rain,
Oh, why does the rain expresses our fallen dreams?
Why, when rain is like tears, it gives me hope?
The moon was silent watching me,
watching the rain,
Eternal guardian of our dreams.
But still, the rain couldn´t stop
Hope went away of me,
and when I felt all was lost,
the water spirit came to me. Little and beautiful, like a little child, like a little water star,
it gave me hope again, and the storm became the sweet words of the water to me.
I was inspirated, but still it´s not my best. I think it could be a lot better.
What do you think?