The Last Rain

Dancing Leaves under the weight of water
Dreaming Man hoping for a better future
His feet sinking into the mud
And washed away by the smell of the rain
Thanks to this hail
The forest is living
It speaks, it cries and it grows
He knows that it will be the last one
The last torrent from the sky
He always had unrequited love
But never with nature
Grow, forest, grow !
The sky is darkening
Birds and terrestrial creatures are silent
He enjoys his last seconds
And finally closes his eyes
Like a tear flowing down a face the drop falls from the dark clouds
Carried by the wind before crushing after its fellows