RAIN

Look at the world from my window. Run my fingers down the glass, and from under them dripping water. And here I cease to see what's going on outside the window — the world has started to rain. Jets of water running down the glass into a mirror. And then I can see what's happening through me. Opening the window, heavy drops allow you to plunge into my palm. Now I'm back to rain. He takes me with him to the damp earth, makes absorbed into black mush... and Then I pick up the roots of the tree and I again fly up. And now I'm back in my apartment looking at the torn shreds of black clouds. The rain has ended.

Every night I fall from the ledge. And every morning I Wake up in your bed.

I like the rain....