when the sun goes behind
clouds and rain starts pouring
down my mind returns to
the old rainy days when
I was lonely, walking
wet in rain, you once told
me you loved so much walking
in rain, laughed at me carrying
a huge black umbrella
while the tiny bubbles
did not even wet your
hands, oh the rain oh the
rain, over my childhood
roads, oh the rain oh the
rain, over the less traveled
roads, raining on the very
familiar walkway
this chilly afternoon
to the almost empty
cafeteria when I
am not carrying the
big black umbrella and
not seeing your smile
anywhere
Original in English by the author
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