It passes through me that small wind, My hair was dancing in that wind.
The breeze before the rain.
The soil was flying in the wind ,Then came the most beautiful thing rain...
It was in a slanting way Started with small drops
Then it becomes heavy Now it stops. I can hear the chirping of the birds.. I can feel the smell of the soil.
The rain drops on the flowers and leaves how fresh it looks..
How beautiful this earth is..