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