On the empty wall of my room

I think I'll put a picture of the rain. --

 

Hitting the ground,

And getting up to ankles,

 

The rain will be wetting my socks

And trousers from below;

 

Then my eyes will follow

Roof-edges,

Streets,

Sidewalks,

...tick, tick, tick...

Everything in the picture,

 

Until catching a black brolly,

And the shiny enamel shoes thereunder,

 

Lightly treading the watery pavement,

Leaving ripples of footprints behind,

 

With endless arrows of rain thereon,

Falling and bouncing in sheer V-shapes.

 

Quietly I will be watching the arrowheads

Countlessly sticking into my heart,

 

For, sometimes,  deadly pains 

Awake love from the deep sleep.