Rain by Miltiades Malakasis

Rain outside the window is falling

black are the roofs, dark are the roads,

out of the eyes no tears are crawling,

which a heavy notion is drowning.

The clouds windswept as they

are quietly groan and cry,

my soul they do not enslave,

with all the secrets they recite.

Once inside the window

as you sat by my side,

I'd see in your sleepy gaze

the road's sorrowful rain.

And I'd see, further still,

again in your eyes,

the clouds that to the skies

the storm violently carried.

Rain outside the window is falling

black are the roofs, dark are the roads,

out of the eyes no tears are crawling,

which a heavy notion is drowning.

Now the clouds hanging above,

and then drifting below and rain,

in your eyes are mirrored no more,

and no other secret yearnings they have…

Translated from Greek by yours truly.

The image was taken taken from here.