Grey clouds behind my back –
They start to bring rain with no lack,
As they know what prosperity means.
I can feel tender air on my neck.
I make my steps slower; I stop.
Abundance comes all to that cup
Which my Soul is holding in hands.
Drops are kissing me. I raise my head up.
So I feel with my heart and my brain –
It almost has been healed – all my pain.
And I dance under thunderstorms freely.
I never wanted to run from the rain.
Rain With No Lack
© Copyright: Сэн Су, 2015
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