it's raining.

it's raining like traffic lights.

Kotonoha no Niwa (Garden of Words). 2013.

It's raining like traffic lights.

It's raining like stormy Februaries

and lonely Julys.

It's raining like the year yesterday was.

It's raining like unannounced autumns,

and late Decembers.

It's raining like spilled milk

and uncovered chilblains.

It's raining like cold sunlight.

It's raining like dim moonlight.

It's raining like torn books and blue shoes.

It's raining like the midnight silence inside my room.

What do you do,

when you look at the pain

and the pain looks back at you?

It's raining like an undiagnosed forest fire.

The day sleeps through the night

and the night bleeds through the day,

while it rains.

While it rains,

The mind suffocates the heart.

While it rains,

Your hand holds mine,

cold and blue.

While it rains,

the forest fire abates,

and the nocturnal violins awake.

While it rains,

you make my name sound

somehow less synonymous to pain.

While it rains, you hold my hand

in my grave,

while it rains,

you look at me and say,

you’ll be okay.

While it rains,

you’ll be okay.

You’ll be okay.

You’ll be okay.

You’ll be okay.

You’ll be okay.

You’ll be okay.

You’ll be okay.

You’ll be okay.

You’ll be okay.

You’ll be okay.

You’ll be okay.

You’ll be okay.

Didn’t we learn a long time ago

how to breathe while it rains?

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