A Friend of Rain

I’m a friend of Rain
When it comes
I close my eyes
but anyway I see it
and if I try to escape
to find the place
where the sun lives
the walls of Rain
surround me
They love me
These invisible drops
of cloudy tears
And if I died and turned into Rain
I’d find no one to call him
A Friend

Олег Малахов
foto Max Tikhomirov