Rainy afternoons

Picture: Freepik

Picture: Freepik

Rainy afternoons,
The millions of drops falling,
The strong rays
And the crazy wind,
They look so much like you.

You wet the dryness of my soul,
The desert of my cells.
You light sparkling
My heart,
And as swirl,
You raise me up in the air
Of my hackneyed despair.

You travel through my body like rain:
Cold, abundant, overflowing,
Getting out like rivers
Of the limits of my being.

That’s why,
When I look at the sky
And the clouds are crowded,
My soul feels your heartbeat.
I perceive them strident,
Right there where it hurts…
Where you are not…

Author: Gabriel Cordero
Picture: Freepik
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