it rains – rains –
the air is grey and milky,
the streets wet and cold,
the humans pale
and damp like sick birds,
I walk and walk,
while it just rains,
hopelessly –
the sky hangs like a dark wall
between us and the sun
and the heat.
in the houses
people roll down the curtains
and turn on lights –
in the street
men turn up their collars
and stand still,
so that the clothes don’t touch the body –
it is autumn.