Raining

Heavy rain, my Lord,
you bring to the city,
disclosing hidden thoughts
baptismal water
steeping my body,
rejecting my soul.

Whispers of wind change to cries
beyond my ear,
scattered shadows evoke
a whirl of remembrances
sweet entities,
emotional shots
made of broken destinies.

And I ask you, my Lord,
why my love lies in hate
and my dreams in death
why the holy breath of life
crossed my mud backwards
a book read from the end,
that's what I am.

Still raining,
cold tears of lucid pity
sliding down on my back,
shivers of a life waiting for the rain
to rise to the sky
illusions of a loving mind
forced to live searching
for a dream just to blow it out!

And I pray you, my Lord,
to be my last dream
in this rainy day,
the one where life and joy
will marry my sorrow,
a unifying dimension
in which my soul will finally rest.