The monologue of the rainDays of the sun pass the autumn time slowly,The monologue of the rain by HopeSquirr
Leisure of clouds for the nature is holy.
So then people will not be able to know:
The sun’s gonna shine, or my wind’s gonna blow.
Either the fog’s gonna cover the ground,
Either my sisters, without any sound,
Are going to cover the sky, or the sun
Is going to rise, so the life’s gonna come.
I won’t let this star be in the grey sky prime,
Autumn and spring – that is my own work time.
Since origin of the world it had not been
Till planet was covered by blanket of sin.
My job returns in the start of the season.
Sisters, who’re covering sky, think of reason.
They’re darker and darker, who’re after the whites,
And look like the fastest, the gloomiest knights.
Hundreds of sisters and two only brothers,
Sound of the stormy cantata then gathers.
The oldest my sister is making a charm -
The lightning is falling without any harm.
Feel: I am lifted above all the cloudies,
Lightning is follow