A drop of rain stung me:
I did not bleed yet my soul did.
I walked blindly,
I missed the signs of it.
A heavy weight ached my back
Although air was all there was.
I wondered what had happened,
Nothing came to my mind.
I walked for a thousand miles more,
I heard what was left untold:
I could not turn my face; I was stuck in no place.
Where I marched was so dry:
A cloud above me cleared my way
Protecting me from the rain;
I wondered where that drop escaped from.
I saw deserted spirits on both sides,
I could not tell what they were looking at:
Me? Or the path I was still to take;
Me? Or the cloud above my head.
I walked and marched and ran,
I could see trees moving around.
I fell, I groped, I blanked,
The drop was now on my hand.
So thirsty for water,
So in need for power,
I could not, however,
let it take control.
I wiped my eyes and closed them tight;
Swore to my heart, “It won’t rain tonight.”
I thought I was strong and walked for a thousand miles more:
I got to an end, but not my end; not the one I had in mind.
I thought I was strong and crawled for a mile more,
I discovered, then: I lied.
It rained like it had never done before:
I cried and cried until I could cry no more.