APRIL, THE MONTH OF RAIN

Thanks for the rain, it taught me the revolution in the dryland's branches. Its warm words before dice are a story that moves towards dreamy generations. Rain is neither sweet nor brown eyes, but dangerous and it explodes in rocks, creating the new world. I am not raining, but April is a rainy month that fills the earth with the new age as the delight opens its eyelids. Here an eye, a voice and a heart, I am not alone, I am not alone, the world is waiting, waiting for April and rain. Yes, rain comes in the afternoon of April loaded with nectar, yes in April we meet without tears.