After Thunder and Shower

My Love,
It is always like this:
Without shower,
there will be no flower!

My Love,
Come to me with peace
When there is thunder
there will be also wonder!

My Love,
Would you walk with me in the garden?
Learn how to pardon
Handing me all your burden.

We are here to love
what seems unlovable
taking off our garden glove
letting our flesh vulnerable.