The Rain

I walk through the dusty streets,

With people around me - all peccable.

They look at me with eerie eyes;

With eyes of demons, with hot looks.

Suddenly it rains,

And I wonder if,

The rain will humble them

Or the malice in them will blow?

But it turns out, however,

That things happen differently.

The rain cleans the dusty streets,

And people smile, they are no longer gloomy.

I'm even more jolly jumping,

I do not want to cry anymore.

The rain is crying for me-

And he was out of the clouds tired,

As I was from the people around me!