Sometimes it seems that the rain
Understands you better
Than your friends
You look up into its trickles
Drawn to that gray space, in a daze
And hear the monotonous tapping
Like a lesson repeated
By your childhood teacher
The rain understands you
Better than people
Without its sadness
Life would be only
A shameless coquette
In a cabaret
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