Run, oh, Goddess, run,
The clouds have rebelled now against the sun!
Heaven weeps for you with warm tears
And washes all our greatest fears.
Your white dress drinks the drops with thirst
And let’s me know I won’t be the first
To feel your skin divine.
Run, oh, dryad, run for shelter,
Run as if there were no helper!
A hungry wolf is coming from behind,
If you should fall he won’t be kind,
He’ll tear your flesh apart
And go straight for the heart
For he knows not what love is.
Your dark hair is all wet,
A sight to be admired even in death!
You turn your head from time to time
As rain drops, touching leaves, begin to chime,
While your lips are separated in sweet smile,
A beckon to innocence, like when I was a child,
Forgotten times in the distant past.
This summer shower, short as it may seem,
Has brought us back from our dream
And now we’re running, splashing through the rain,
Our porch awaits just like the station’s waiting for the train,
So is the clouded mountain and its forest,
A pillar for the sky, a noble with a crest,
A faithful witness of our feelings and emotions.
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