As long as it's water, and no thunder. As long as it water, not ashes.
The rain comes with angel Michael, then fly back with human prayers.
The rain comes for us to pray, for it becomes a grace.
Grace for souls, grace for earth, for the seeds to grow.
Rain is our friend, but flood is our causalities.
-Rimie Ramadan-
Yogyakarta, 10.02.2015
"first try making english poetry, does it required poetry? haha"
