i was about to stop the rain

when

i had a longer nap in the time
a rustle entered my

ears.

i was about to stop the rain
when all
serenity flows
from the headwaters of busy people’s

happiness.

i was about to stop the rain
when the vehicle
drove melancholy in the middle
of

a quiet street.

i was about to stop the rain
when love songs

mean more bitter.

when the show outside
the bedroom window
of my glued-down self
turns into

a medieval romance drama.