
On the streets
a world of rain.
Spring, summer
autumn and winter.
It is all the same – rain.
Within every drop
a temple of light.
A struggle washed away.
Again, and then again.
And still the light does not dim.

On the streets
a world of rain.
Spring, summer
autumn and winter.
It is all the same – rain.
Within every drop
a temple of light.
A struggle washed away.
Again, and then again.
And still the light does not dim.