The Rain

I see the rain that falls in the late afternoon,
And will leading, little by little, what it find by the way,
Making a clean and leaving only remnants of what was there
To mark the presence in that ground.

I see the tears running down my face at the end of each conflict.
Are uncertain, but deep, make holes in the soul,
And are taking a bit of every feeling.

As the rain that needs wash the floor
The tears need wash my soul.

Rain by rain water it soaks into the ground,
Tear into tear will gonna a piece of my heart.

Go all the impurities and prepares the ground for a new start
Go all the feelings, and the unique soil that is barren is this suffered heart.

Author: Dan Oak