The unbalanced terrain and the storm rain fall
How the air was quiet but a torogoz's call
And how tall were the ruins' walls.
I recall the powerful and roaring thunder
In refuge of a canopy, I watch under
Night fragrance of rainwater and cinder
I feel a part of me begin to sunder.
El Salvador is my forever my home
For it's a place I long to roam
And see the small houses of loam
But mostly night thunder's lonely moan
Hopefully, I will return
For the desire in me burns
For the land of butterflies I yearn
In such a small country, there's so much to learn.