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As rain falls down.

 

How long does the rain take to fall?

How long does life take in passing by?

How sad would I be reaching the ground without ever loving,

Without ever showing, as a humble drop,

Confused by this delicate fall,

The colors of the sun in a bright flight.

How much would I regret not reflecting my life light.

And when the moment comes to be part of the drops rising to the sky,

Not as a reward but as a natural fate,

May the winds allow my quivery ascension to the clouds,

through a mysterious way,

To then happily descend, as I did when I played in my childhood.