It Hasn't Rained In Two Weeks Poem by Maria Mitea

the raindrops commit suicide on the window
as if they wanted to wash the goodbye signs
with the blood of the water,
- the rain today carries swords like a samurai,
kills the morning
the horizon is a simple bandana tied up on the eyes,
don't worry, in case if you don't come
i will understand, - we will be others,
with their words,
their lips, their smell
their mornings, - sometimes
dressed up in discreet clothes sometimes naked
on the knees,
or dragging our elbows (as in a war)
elbows gnawed by others like us,
their rain
will bring back the good splashes
for the lonely one like us,
not the single one
in a blister of days,

finally
it's raining