Love comes like rain

Condensed in a cloud of sighs and thirst

love always comes like rain ...

There are hearts dense as rainforest:

their love is a summer flood,

strong, powerful storm that tears heaven,

and after-hour, not a trace of cloud!,

only dew drops and the shine

in the eyes of the lodged grasses

testify that there was gone

high water ...

Some hearts are bare and sandy,

vast as the desert, but-dry!

Hard, grain by grain ,

they will collect that much rain

just enough to make cactuses

to flourish for a moment ...

Love live longest onto the top

of the high mountains, forever embraced

from the clouds of condensed breathing

of the lavishly trees

There

love knows

to be a storm and heavy,

sometime summer dew,

but never

dries