It was raining

if it were sunny
I’d be happy
I’d wash and put everything out to dry
I’d be and feel
I’d go to town
put some flowers down
decorated shrines of people
I once knew,
remember they didn’t like
sunny days
at all,
couldn’t care less
longed for the fall
every August
the sun comes out
no doubt:
I’d be happy,
if it were raining


Bologna, 4th April 2007