Raining

Heavy rain, my Lord, You bring to the city, Disclosing hidden thoughts; Baptismal water Steeping my body, Rejecting my soul. Whispers of wind change to cries Beyond my ear, Scattered shadows evoke A whirl of remembrances; Sweet entities, Emotional shots Made of broken destinies. And I ask you, my Lord, Why my love lies in hate And my dreams in death; Why the holy breath of life Crossed my mud backwards; A book read from the end, That's what I am. Still raining, Cold tears of lucid pity Sliding down on my back, Shivers of a life waiting for the rain To rise to the sky; Illusions of a loving mind Forced to live searching For a dream just to blow it out! And I pray you, my Lord, To be my last dream In this rainy day, The one where life and joy Will marry my sorrow, A unifying dimension In which my soul will finally rest.