Dawn at dawn.
The moon still roamed the heavens.
The stars flashed.
Far away, thunder rumbled.
Lightning strikes the sky.
Storm clouds are approaching.
I grab a pen and paper...
On paper, from this moment, I want to create the best rhyme.
I poetize myself.
I poetize.
I do whatever it takes to perfectly describe what is happening.
The moon from the sky disappears.
The stars I don't see anymore.
The rain pours down in torrents…
Rain that came so suddenly.
From the wet window, I see the street little by little transform…
Dry stones.
Now for her the waters of a river are rolling.
In a second everything can change.
A river that turns into the sea.
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