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