Rain doesn't stop wanting to wreck the sky

and there's something beautiful in that disaster.

Rain doesn't stop falling and I can't

stop thinking about thousands of things

that won't help me.

Rain doesn't stop falling.

As she doesn't stop being beautiful,

she embraces me with the cold that reaches

the deepest parts of me and holds me.

And with my heart flooded

with those drops of water that once

fell during moments of sadness,

I look forward,

making that sadness mine

as part of my past,

and making that happiness mine,

along with your name,

in my present.

~ Rain, Beatriz Alor.