I'm a Thousand Raindrops
And this one more wish to the sky. A rain in streams.
Only on me. Rotating drops. Like pebbles. Out of the clouds
at once. Even some thoughts fall away from me and the dress
or shirt becomes the skin.
Then dance, wild, if I still can, as at the beginning of the beginning,
as if a weeping in the rain was not a sentence and still no soaked