the sky pours down its worries,

it is raining, it is raining;

today, not to bring about a storm,

not to flatten homes and hopes,

not to crush the seeds seated in soil

or to wash away everything that's alive.

today it's raining to let wildflowers bloom,

to clean the windowshields,

to clear the city's sky off

the sighs, the regrets and the torment

its people breathe out everday, every moment.

today, it is raining to clean and clear.

it is raining to give birth and let blossom.

so, you choose if you want to

make a storm out of your rainfall,

or will you let it give birth to something beautiful?