A year has passed and I still miss it all

The unbalanced terrain and the storm rain fallHow the air was quiet but a torogoz's callAnd how tall were the ruins' walls.I recall the powerful and roaring thunderIn refuge of a canopy, I watch underNight fragrance of rainwater and cinderI feel a part of me begin to sunder.El Salvador is my forever my homeFor it's a place I long to roamAnd see the small houses of loamBut mostly night thunder's lonely moanHopefully, I will returnFor the desire in me burnsFor the land of butterflies I yearnIn such a small country, there's so much to learn.