The Rain.

It’s raining now,

 and I hear a good sound.

It’s the water hitting on the house’s roof.

And that smell, great smell!

When the water wets the floor.

The rain brings its self

A Good memory,

Memories from the time of child,

When the good things were so simple, yeah!

I look to sky so gray,

And I feel the wind so cold and nice,

 That I'd like to be a child,

Because the children have fun with simple things,

Simple as a shower in this good rain,

 Rain that I see from inside my house.

em: 22/06/2011