rain goes

You wait for the night, it rains,
you light a cigarette,
you see old photos,
you fill yourself with some memories,
you remember poorly paid loves,
and you start enjoying quietly,
of your delicious misery,
your soul feels ticklish
Everything can happen,
everything, in fact, happens.
The merry-go-round in your head,
it does not stop spinning,
you share tears with infinity,
and words with the walls, you draw dreams in the air,
and you breathe deeply.
The ship of oblivion,
tie at your door,
and in the moment,
where you entrust yourself,
to the wills,
of mythological gods,
you go out to the patio,
raise your arms,
and you give yourself to the rain,
dancing an old melody.