Dear rain,

Teach me how to be tireless
In this old city of filth,
Missing pavements, stray cats
And plastics floating in murky flood.

Dear rain, have you ever loved?
Because I had-- have,
And I wonder if there is an end
To this pouring of self, well at least

You have the streets
To echo your drops, relentlessly.
While I fall freely, quietly
Unable to make a sea like you did.