We would be wanting to know how to avoid
The rain
To slip between the drops
Two or three clouds and we are
Running to the shelters
We don't like much to be wet
We think that abroad
Under the tropics
The sun is burning
Even during winter
We dream of the Orient
Of long journeys in the south
Of sand and sea
We're waiting under large doors
And large gates
Or chilled to the bones under an umbrella
We're wearing hats and gloves
And raincoats
We are hiding ourselves , we are narrowing our bodies
We shouldn't go so far
Stay by here
we runs the risk of being
caught in the rain
There can not be happy lives
nor beautiful trails
If we are fearing the rain
We are praying our Lord
And the frogs
And the martin
For the weather to improve
Like chance can go in and out
Jeez , how good it is
When the sun is here
Unfortunately
The bad weather
is coming back
But
In dry lives
Water is getting its revenge :
Because in these dry lives there is hurricanes,
Monsoons,
And deserts.
So you better get accustomed
To walk
Under the rain
With your face
offered to the skies