When the rain is on my lips by Veronika Jensen
When the rain is on my lips And I shiver from the cold Thinking about life Its ups and downs And being a melancholic
I take a note Of the nature's crying its tears Making the day seem gray And unexcited But how much life the rain brings To what is hidden beneath the surface
So whenever I cry And the cold of people's words Or actions Causing me shiver I vision myself standing in the rain Bringing my roots to life
I am not afraid anymore Of getting soaking wet I stand my ground! But please nature Don't let me drown, make me beautiful!
~ Veronika Jensen