The rain drips
It drips one by one
Hitting my face
One by one
Down an empty street
Lightning flashes one
By one over and over
The bakery down
Two blocks
November rain
And the pieces of bread
With my hand on yours
And drip the rain goes sliding
Past your shoulders
The drip goes as it falls
Between the glances of lightning
I reminded that in November
I walk with my shadow in a birthday
In this soil and I dry again.