Rain, do hear; Be gentle when the clouds call.
Thunder, mellow down while you blazingly fall.
Let not harshness engulf my sweetheart, and
the tremor shock her; I plead you do your part.
I urge the dark clouds, to just remain grey,
so that the path may lead her to me, I pray.
Rain, do fall then with your wings wide open,
so she remains with me, you would know when.
Thunder, show freely your wrath in the sky,
when she is in warm embrace at the nigh.
Show your illumination, power and pride,
so that she remains with me by my side.
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