(drifting from north point to hung hom)

Are my tears salty for preservation?
To save them for a rainy day?
As the sky opens up
I know that rainy day is here.

Crystal droplets start to hail down
The cold rain converges with my warm tears
And they become one, unrecognizable

* * *
Tonight, i'm in the garden in the rain.....
Ce soir, je suis dans le jardin sous la pluie.....

feeling stupid