Opravy

I had a great love during a heavy rainfall And I felt such a deep passion, That now the mild weather gross me out.

I cannot even look up to the azure sky Let the sky go dark, and let it fall down I wish it rains buckets.

In an April night, the proverb is confirmed Once the storm broke, the nearby neighbor Scared by the strong crash Got out of her bed in undergarment Ran at me, and shouted “help me, I beg you!” Let me in, I’m alone and I’m not sure Whether I’ll resist or not, as my husband is gone.

In amount of his endless faults In nights like this one, he goes away and leave me Alone, here because of his job He’s a seller of lightning rods