Rain, it was showering. The drops fell from heaven as if the Gods were pouring their tears down to the Earth and the thunder was the moaning soul. The atmosphere around was as if the devils have conquered and despondence was the only thing around. Darkness was it all left; Dark beyond dark, dark as if it was all you could see. The silence around meant fear of the dictator.
All of a sudden I felt something for the first time; it was different or rather strange as the sun shone her rays and the devils burnt down. The tears turned into soothing pearls of heaven and the darkness couldn’t stand against the photons of faith. I could hear Beethoven playing in the voice of rain.
There was she when I saw her the first time, an angel unfolding her wings. The only miracle I saw through my eyes. I saw…
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