Into a purely white notebook I start to write down my memories of you (with a pen)nOutside the window the rain falls like on that day, non-stop since yesterdaynIt falls on forever, knocking at the windownnDrip, drop, one, twonOutside the gently shaking windownThe weather forecast predicted rain, did you take an umbrella as you went out?nn“Goodbye today’s sunshine”, I repeat several timesnIf I looked up to the sky, I might see a grain of lightnOrdinary days, orchestra of echoes of the tunes rain playsnnI wasn’t surprised at all to find you in the middle of town where the sinners come and gonCherry tree leaves, wet from the early summer rain, and I, waiting for you to comenA cat, all wet and shrivelling, joining younnThey look like HydrangeasnThe umbrellas of the street houses which bloom vividlynYour brightly red vinyl umbrella that dyed your profile rednnThe birds in the shade of the trees are tired of waiting for the skynBut...I don’t hate this rainnFolding one umbrella, I invite you to stand underneath my little umbrellannThe cold air prevents us from standing apart, because of the distance our fingertips touch lightlynYou wear your hair tied up today, yesterday, you had looked more adultnDye my ordinary daysnnAs I put down the pen, the rain has stopped. Unnoticed, the sky has started flowingnYou certainly knew aboutnthe lies I told you, right? From the beginning.nnOur mistakes have flown with the rain, soon, we will also be washed awaynI won’t be found in the picture full of luck you drawnI, who used to be reflected in your eyesnI hadn’t been surprised at all to find you in the middle of town where the sinners come and gonnCherry tree leaves, wet from the early summer rain, and I, waiting for you who is not therenWith my eyes closed, I smell your scent in the wind