The Rain And The Girl Poem by RIC BASTASA

i just met a girl
who does not carry an umbrella
because she loves
the rain

i do not dare ask her
if she is crying,

if she cries
i am afraid i do not have the right to ask her why

when she gets near me
i have not dared looking into her eyes
i tell myself
it is none of my business

she begins to speak
but i who love the sonorous sound of the rain
has no time to listen

the sound of rain
is more than enough for me
to know
the meaning of pain

this time
after all those long years of listening
i do not think much

the rain speaks
actually for itself

now, i am
writing it
and then the girl is gone...