Heavy rain, my Lord,  You bring to the city,  Disclosing hidden thoughts;  Baptismal water  Steeping my body,  Rejecting my soul.    Whispers of wind change to cries beyond my ear,  Scattered shadows evoke  A whirl of remembrances;  Sweet entities,  Emotional shots  Made of broken destinies.    And I ask you, my Lord,  Why my love lies in hate  And my dreams in death;  Why the holy breath of life  Crossed my mud backwards;  A book read from the end,  That's what I am.    Still raining,  Cold tears of lucid pity  Sliding down on my back,  Shivers of a life waiting for the rain to rise to the sky;  Illusions of a loving mind  Forced to live searching  For a dream   Just to blow it out!    And I pray you, my Lord,  To be my last dream  In this rainy day,  The one where life and joy  Will marry my sorrow,  A unifying dimension  In which my soul will finally rest.