the uprising night
promising the new day

sky turns into
a different color

clouds getting darker
air becomes fresher

people walking
their homeward bound

the light becomes a smell
with a yasmin touch

light on the horizon
a single flash followed by a thunder

big wet raindrops
catching my head

I never thought
of rain in Yerushalajim

+ the people ain’t not
stop walking the streets

loud as hell a thunder
flash by flash

rain falls
out of sky

god must be in an angry mood
lots of tears and screams

the holy city is getting wet
but next hot day will come