If it rains
my friends will be stuck at home
wearing the shoes of the dead.
The gates to the city are sealed.
Pillar by pillar
its relics
break in their mouth.
We have hidden our dead
in the cellar
until the day of vengeance.
They are buried
under boxes of gunpowder
and ancestral rage. 

If it rains
the day of vengeance
will be postponed once again.
Rain is a crime.
Rain ruins dreams.
If it rains
the rain will purge my blood
from the streets.

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