It Hasn'T Rained In Two Weeks

the raindrops commit suicide on the window as if they wanted to wash the goodbye signs with the blood of the water, - the rain today carries swords like a samurai, kills the morning the horizon is a simple bandana tied up on the eyes, don't worry, in case if you don”t come i will understand, - we will be others, with their words, their lips, their smell their mornings, - sometimes dressed up in discreet clothes sometimes naked on the knees, or dragging our elbows (as in a war) elbows gnawed by others like us, their rain will bring back the good splashes for the lonely one like us, not the single one in a blister of days, finally it's raining