It rains torrentially on the city <br />and you are not with me. <br />Every time that it rains my soul is filled <br />with melancholy and your absence is every time bigger. <br />Beautiful memories come to my mind, hurriedly, <br />sweet memories that transport me to those times <br />where holding hands, <br />we wandered under the inclement rain. <br />The wet paths that separated our houses. <br />Your body was my shelter, and mine yours! <br />The warmth generated by the fire of our love <br />kept us dry amid of the rain. <br />They were the times of the love in full spring! ! <br />I remember the day of my departure, it also rained <br />torrentially and the rain drops were confused <br />with our tears. <br />It also rained in our hearts that night! <br />Today when you are not close to my side <br />my sadness is every time bigger.<br /><br />ENRIQUE ALBERTO HURTADO MINOTTA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-time-it-rains/
