Many of us have enjoyed a rainy morning, some in the big city, others in the field or in the mountains. What about those rainy summer afternoons pregnant continuing to make us run and jump in the puddles in our wake.
I am m sure more than a smile flowed from our lips, the product of a wonderful moment in our hearts.
I can not imagine a world without rain, without the torrential downpour that fill us with joy through one of the most sensational cycles of life.
I hope that both be agree on some word, in any line of this poem, but if not, at least in some thought about this wonder of nature.
In this poem I turn to God through one of its most beautiful natural forms: Rain.
Let me look you through your rain falls,
a single moment,
a flash of time,
and then, when it shines the rainbow,
I remember where it flows the light of a star.
Let me feel you through the fog that remains,
like veil of silk
blowing in the wind,
and then the breeze in our face,
tell us the secrets of the true sun.
River of life becomes in lights in the sky,
wrap me in waves of your peace, which,
if I close my eyes ... I fall asleep.