The Melancholy Of This Misty Rain

I hang on the small umbrella, but I fail; a whirlwind snatches it away, it's more violent than a hungry eagle swooping down to catch its prey... all is in shambles, it scares the beagle that finds shelter in a hallway of a decayed building nearby: he is afraid and shakes terribly! Melancholy was felt when misty rain made the maples cry as wailing mothers do for the loss of their infant child; no eyes looked drearier, their faces were marked by a pain hard to explain... they were finally consoled by God who ordered rainy clouds to unwind, giving them the comfort they needed. Moms take care of their kids, doing all they can and they sacrifice much, they don't buy a dress to fill their needs; such angels deserve admiration, walk with them: they've walked with you always! The melancholy of this misty rain can never erase anything too precious to us; all remains intact in our subconsciousness: sorrows and joys they reawaken! we reawaken