:::WHEN IT RAINS:::

When it rains I look for you underneath the umbrellas. I look for you in the dark vestibules and in between the multitudes that take refuge. I look for you in the bars, the coffee shopes, and tired I ramble with a smile drawn on my face as I look for you with my skin, with my lips, in the platforms and the bus-stops, in the halls and the alleys in case, delayed and misled, you happened to be there. When it rains I look for you, but all I find are drops, empty spaces underneath the umbrellas. They say the indians danced until it rained...I danced, it rained, and I still look for you. Now I will dance until the sun comes out again.