Rain Poem by Serkan Sürer

When the daylight is dead and gone
And there is nothing left to be done
Wind starts his journey,
lying from city lights to the endless blue, sky
Till the last clouds gather and cry

As this ceramony keeps raging
Lord of nature starts pouring
He, like a light in the dark,
Flashes the night with his spark
Before dawn, he will wash away all the pain
Bow down and greet your merciful god, rain
Because he comes with nothing
But with the hope buried in lightning