The Woman Called Rain

How beautiful does she look!
Under her gray veil,
Sometimes being so heavy
Sometimes being so pale.

Her outlook is just pleasant
Scented with the mud,
Soothing wind's her garland
Clear water's her blood.

Today she is shy
Has drizzled her welcome,
About to disappear quietly
Before elder stars do come.

Her bright earrings of thunder
Still dancing with delight,
Make the sounds of her passion
As she blends into the night.

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