Thoughts of Rain –

I love how the rain can enter me,
I do not expect anything else when winter comes,
lean on a dream or a memory,
and feel it slip through my soul,

There are days when I would like to hear only you,
people's words are too dirty,
the letters have no more color,
I can feel the emptiness around them,

The cellphone rings,
vibrates in the pocket of the jacket,
I do not want to answer,
I have no more answers for anyone,
just for me,
throw the rectangle in the sea,
and I let the thunder light up my irises,
breaking the silence in two,

I love how the rain can enter me,
you know the ways of my being well,
and how to touch the right strings,
to make the infinite resound in my writing.