A while ago and recently

Wake up at noon
to hear the rain.
It's a frame that suits me fine.
No pressure now
to achieve
anything by above average speed.
So I turn the music on
and I turn it off
to leave more space for thoughts.
Not knowing soon
they'll be stalled
by a mildly disappointing call.
I have thought of you
since I came.
All the street signs spell out your name.
Will I meet you here?
Could well be
on a Summer week in your beloved Spain