After the rain this friend came out of hiding, where will he go in such a hurry? Who will he look for?
He appeared in the garden suddenly, and without being invited. She looked at him in fear, and he looked frightened too.
He will think that I am a giant, that I am destroying his house by watering my garden.
It wasn't me, it was the evil rain.
The rain is a blessing, however for some it is the end of their dreams, like this little animal that is lost because he lost his house and his family.
Don't ask me because I don't know where your family went. Perhaps a rose, or the love of love, has the answers.
It wasn't me, don't blame me for your sadness. Don't even look at me with those terrified eyes.
You are afraid, so am I.
Life is like that, one day we are happy and others make us sad.
It wasn't me, it was the evil rain.
It is the rain that drags everything away and leaves a void in our hearts.
Follow your path, seek new horizons and forget.
Like you, I'm afraid. I don't know what will become of my life?
The only thing I know is that it wasn't me, it was the evil rain.
The photographs are the property of my nephew Moisés Gabriel Gil. They were donated to his aunt Rebeca known in Hive as 
The banner is a gift from my friend 
