In the heart of Sahara
I was wishing for the rain storm
There was no forecast for it
There has been none for many years
But I desired it any way
With all my believes
I kneeled down in front of my icons
My rain gods,
Indra, Chaac, Tlaloc and Zeus
With all their power
They can make it happen
Wherever they want
Whenever they want
With the gentle kiss of the incense
I woke up in a different world
Where clapping of thunder
Welcome the monsoon goddess
In snow white outfit
On her cat walk from the head of Shiva
To appease the amorous frogs
My trance was broken
By the sand storm blowing onto my face
But I did not want to open my eyes
And be away from my saviors
My believes and my imagination.
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