When I saw her the first time,
The sky was pouring its love,
As the rain's symphony pleased the land,
She gave the dead soul a hope to live again.

Slightly poured upon,
Holding tightly, her umbrella,
The droplets slid by her soft arms,
Hair beautifully entwined as she cast a glance upon me.

Another time it was a bright day,
She walked elegantly, gracefully towards me,
Her face shined as gold when the warm rays...