poetic rain
it is raining
I find myself staring out the open window, looking at the pouring rain, that peacefully pours down from the sky
little I remember before being here, staring, like I had heard some silent call from the rain
across the street there are several persons, waiting in the building’s stairs for the rain to go away
and it will eventually go, might take some minutes, some hours or even weeks, but it will go away
all we know is that above the grey clouds, the sun shines as usual
%%%(c) 2008 LC