From the heights of heaven
Water falling from the sky
On whatever day of seven
Demanding power from up high
On the first sign of rain
People drift and wander
Only few of us gain
In sight of this wonder
I love the sound of rain
Rhythm of my thought
Leaving me in vein
In presence of a God
Looking from somewhere safe
How refugees hide from the storm
If they knew what I gave
To invoke His thorn
Someplace inside my soul
Wants to run through the rain
Return to the mould
Where all evil is slain
Some people suffer depressions
Some even lose their will
To me it creates emotions
That may have my body to fill
When I feel on naked skin
The messengers of the air
When potent Rains begin
In oblivion I will dare
The Phoenix