Up from the sky a drop of rain,
Splashing down to oblivion,
Ripples of water that arise and spread,
And rises too a strength from this void,
From the stillness, a rage,
Wings great to fly again,
I see a rainbow ride the horizon,
A swarm of fairies dwindle close by,
Magician’s wand spewing all the beauty,
Before comes down the fairest of them all,
Then she transcends above the cradle of colors,
Beneath the light that comes hither from heavens,
In chariot of my dreams,
Clothed in sheets of mystery,
I spread my wings, hold my breath,
For now I get to dance with this angel divine,
The sky lightens with glow around us,
Blissful chimes grace the air,
Embraced by the warmth of the moment,
Round and round,
Forgetful of the time we move,
But slowly it all ceases to be,
I see her hand waving and fading,
The lights, the sounds, the air festive,
Diminishing before my sore eyes,
I look again into the treacherous horizon,
With hope I sigh,
And wait for the rains to come again!