First the weather changes her dress,
Accompanied by the clapping thunderstorm,
Creating an aisle like a red carpet
then the celebrant comes,

Walking down the aisle,
Like a bride in liquidity,
Making roofs rumble,

Trees dance,
And farmlands hold parties
with ponds, rivers and seas,
Singing songs in different dialects.

The Broken-hearted open their arms wide,
For rain is the finest tailor,
And waterfalls yell
“God is in the rain”
God is the rain!”

©fearless pen
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