the sky cries out its pain, by this abundant rain, the thunder is its voice, the lightning is its light, the lightning is its rage, the wind is its rage, chaotic weather, fear dominates me, anguish wins me, suddenly calm returns, fear and anguish dissipates, a spider appears on my bed, strange phenomenon, the spider has she felt what was going on outside, the death seizes her when my thumb crushes her, the sky opens its doors so that God welcomes his sheep.
