They come and go
Sometimes they stop
And when they do
They're as black as ravens
They seem to give you the evil eye
Sometimes they're white and they run
And they take the shape of heron
Or that of sheep
Or some other beast
But the children see this better
As they run after them for many metres
Sometimes they warn you with their noise
Before coming
And the earth trembles
And the animals remain silent
Sometimes they warn you with their noise
They come and go, they come back
And perhaps they stop for many days
And you can't see the sun and the stars anymore
And it feels like you can't recognize
The place where you are anymore
They come and go
For every real one there's a thousand fake ones
And they stand there, between us and the sky
Just to leave us longing for rain