Metropolitan bathing time

The black cloud was there all sunday long
and monday too.
It was floating over town stormy as hell,
that tiny little black cloud.

Then yesterday it broke into rain,
and now it keeps on falling.
And last weekend feels heavy,
soaked as it is in black cloud's sweat.

But I will take you by the hand,
me or whoever or nobody,
walk you to the gardens, out on the balcony
and we and you will watch straight into the horizon.

Now let rain slip along your skin,
do you feel it? washing it all away?
Keep my hand -or nobody's- tight
and get lost into the heat of the grip.

Let the contact wrap around you
and comfort you and hug you,
for you must not feel loveless
sitting there all by yourself.

'Cause if there's anyone who's capable of loving
above anybody else in this world
it is you my dear buddy.

I promise the time will come for clarity,
and your chest will feel light again.
And if patience does not convince you
just go, open hearted and do tell and cry.

Look around.
Drops are falling all over the place, and us.
do you feel it? washing it all away?