Hopes ablazed in fires of summer, fallen in thousand leaves of gold, embracing the ground of its pieces, to sleep until the rivers flow again.
All night it rained. Saturday morning came, but alarm goes off. Still, I dozed off.
Dark clouds, where have you been?
Peek behind the curtains of my soul and desire my violent rainstorms, dance under the flashes of the lightnings and adore the dangers of my love.
Roar! Deathly streak of hot cannonball, launched from the heavens.