A Lady sits on a magic carpet
and joins the northeast wind.
Eyes closed and arms opened -
she waits her moment to come.

Dark heavy clouds of promising rain -
Embrace me, Thor - and lift me, Odin -
and spin me, Zeus -
and wet me, my Lord.

Shining storm of lights
Hit me strongly!
Let go all the pain
Burn and melt the woe

Shivery rain: cover me!
Douse the anger and every hard feeling
Push my soul to dance with the sound
of the sparkling raindrops and the thunders

The rain is gone and so is her pain.
But the magic carpet is still there
Heading north, following the clouds
with a Lady in peace.

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