Rain in Los Angeles

The rain drips drips drips in the forbidden city

The pavement slippery with water and filth

The fog rises amidst the skyscraper

Lingers like an entity guarding its treasure

And are we not all treasures, precious?

Underneath the thundery sky and chilling cold

The promise of eternal grief and constant agony

Yet we look up as the rain drips to our face

This is our city, this is our life

The little that we have and the most we dare to hope

The losers and the winners and the lost and the searcher

Here underneath the wet autumn night

And where are you, my dearest?

Are you looking at the tropical rain filled with passion?

Are you looking at the desert gust near the thirsty cacti?

Are you standing in the plain in the magnificent storm?

It is time to cool off, my beautiful, and let the water flows

Let the raindrops carry your earthly pain away

And for a brief moment, born anew

The sons of earth and the daughters of life

Soon we will meet under the dripping rain

The promise of haven in a mad, mad world

Until then I will wait for you patiently

In the rain at the forbidden city