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I spoke in the language of the rain
A simple message written wordless
On a cafe’s window pane
As though you may yet pass by
In your hurry to your life
So far from mine
Yet you may linger
From your pace and for but one moment here remain
To see my message
Made of rain

A foolish thing I understand
It was not thought out
Never engineered or cleverly pre-planned
And even if you passed this by
So little likely but yet still
It’s not a thing you’d understand
Or even see my authorship
Or how the message is for you
It’s just a thing that I could do
As I could never say it plain
This loving message
In the language of the rain

(c) Helen Valentina 2020