There was rain,
That night.
Your eyes
Were like
Wet skies,
And your face
Was white
Like snow.
I tried
To acquire
A provision
From your beauty
For the days
Of separation.
I embraced
You tight,
And my hands
Were trembling.
But I
Did not say:
“I am
Going away”
Fearing for
Your eyes
Of heavy tears
Like rain,
That you
Would say
To me:
“Don’t go!”
But you didn’t.
And frightened,
Like a tiny,
Sand grouse,
You ran away
On that sad,
Dark night,
As the rain
Poured down
Like a trumpet,
And on
A tree
Nearby,
A crow
Sadly cried,
The whole night.

There was rain,
Heavy rain,
A departure,
That I tried
Hard to hide
In confusion,
And pain.
But I
could not
Deceive you,
Or, perhaps,
You were not
To be deceived,
For you
Understood
I was flying.
And I left,
Though I wished
You wailed
Of pain,
You poured
Heavy tears
Like rain,
You shouted:
“Don’t go!”
Then I would
Spend the rest
Of my life
Here with you.

There was rain,
Heavy rain,
A departure,
A farewell
To hopes,
To tranquility,
And to love.
Though I wished
There was no
Such departure,
Or I wished
There had been
No such day
On which
There was rain.