It Rained That Night Poem by Christian Rodil
It Rained That Night
Loud is the rain's rattle in the world. Wrath is evident in every pour,
From our tears, appeals rained down. The bent tree is now kissing the earth.
Have you been thinking about running away for a long time? The thunder and lightning are trying to escape
to the sea of heaven. You count the flowers of the soldiers who passed.
Bring down the carress of the enraging anger.
Washed by the flood.
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