it was in the depth of the afternoon, on a sudden early summer, a sad four pm that cradled us when the rain started to pour from its tearducts.
just when there was no place, may it be in the heart of the garden or a small hut out in the ruins of a parking lot, we were, at the nudes and naked, nowhere.
but the rain stopped
but no, no creeping sun
and when the clouds cleared up and our thoughts all silenced up, it was us on an idle bench which was somewhat wet and damp from the light rain; we were nowhere.