Wash away my pain, please,
with sheer ease,
my pain—mild and profound—
like you wash the dirt off the ground.
I request you, rain.
Blow away my pain
with your stormy wind
and gift some peace to my mind.
Give me some tips of beauty
that you inhibit in your personality.
Let the storms thunder with empathy
and let me feel my inner intensity.
I am loving the sound of the wind as it blows.
It is accompanied by the thunders, I am listening.
Its movement truly sounds like words.
It sounds as if it is saying something.