Rain

"It rains and you say it´s like if clouds
cried. Then you cover your mouth and
hurry up. Like if those scrawny clouds cried?
Imposible. But then, from where is all that anger,
that dispair that shall take us all to hell?
Nature hides some of it´s proceedures
in Mysterty, its stepbrother. So this afternoon
which you now consider to be as one of the world ending
sooner than you think will seem to you just
a melancholic afternoon, a lost in memory
loneliness afternoon: the mirror of Nature. Or you
would as well forget it. Nor rain, or cry, or your steps
that resonate in the way to the cliff matter;
now you can cry and let your image dilute
in the windshield of the cars parked all along
the Sea Walk. But you can´t get lost."
--Roberto Bolaño