December 7, 2007
The rain falls and your voice is calling my soul to yourself.
It awakens me with thirst and quenches it,
It lulls me to sleep with melodic rythm.
Yours is the sweetest voice ever heard, ever known.
How long, beautiful rain, will you call to me?
Will I come?
How often, beloved, will I hear your song?
Will you sing your song?
Sing, sing, your song sweet satisfaction, until your love fades.
Rain on me, great water, and wet me with your tranquil disposition.
Sprinkle me in interminable peace.
Drench me with love.

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