I see –
Masses are high
Dark and eternal
They covered the sky
This water’s infernal

I feel –
The masses are falling
They’re touching the ground
The storming rage’s blowing
It blows away the crowds
The beauty is found.

I hear –
Pure rage is howling
Piercing me!
The Inferno of water
Cleans out the filth.

I smell - the downpour...

Passion!
Thunder!
Water!
Storm!