<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497468" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When The Rain Comes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">this i can tell to my nephew<br>that when the rain comes<br>all we do is listen to the rhythm<br>of its own sound<br>there is music to every dripping<br>rain at the gutters of<br>our soul<br>there is this feeling of having<br>to be with the cry of the<br>world<br>to be wet with its tears<br>to be divine <br>and pure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when the rain comes<br>there is the urge to dance under the sky<br>to be one with the earth<br>and rain as the link between the earth<br>and the sky<br>our limbs as paths<br>our feet as thirsty roots<br>our hands stretching<br>for more<br>of what is yet to come</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497468" data-title="When The Rain Comes de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="this i can tell to my nephew that when the rain comes all we do is listen to the rhythm of its own sound there is music to every dripping rain at the gutters of our soul there is this feeling of having to be with the cry of the world to be wet wit..."></div> </div> </div>

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