Rain drops in our coffee We bid farewell on a rainy day, at Cafe de la Rotonde we frequent. Underneath one umbrella we gaze at the ashtray that we see through its shiny surface bent and dent. A moment we are flooded with words to say, but our tongues fail us motionless and silent. Upon a gust rain goes sideway, into our cold coffee it descents. So we finish our coffee in the rain, that tastes like warm, bitter, and salty grains. |