The rain keeps falling,
last summer, are you coming back with your usual warmth we then had?
and now I´m still calling for it.
My white socks are drenched because of the rainy water,
the sudden white clouds I’m yearning for with the hope of a possible beautiful weather,
with a blue sky too, of course.
It seems my hope doesn´t make any sense now,
after all,the clouds betrayed me somehow.
When instead; they turned grey and the thunder makes them growl.
Yes, the gloom is going to find her way in this sadness again..