What would have felt in storms,
What would be the felt in the gales …
The seagul knows when it wanders in the blue sky,
The swallow knows in the wind how it flies from the south.
When you get out of the storm
You will no longer be the same person.
Amongst the torments, in fact,
We learn in time, with age,
That life sounds so light
The rain verses its role
Falling down from heaven.
… bringing prosperity to the earth…