Bliss of rain

When the fury of a hundred hells,

break through the ranks of a million minds,

heaven will open its eyes

and the drizzle will cut through the fire.

Even in the eye of the sand storms,

the bliss of a blizzard will be conjured,

fume-filled arid landscapes

will bend to the cool of a storm.

The rain will wash the dustout,

the mind will be soothed to a dream zone.