Under the rain clouds
At the foot of the mountain
I stood next to a French poodle
With a bone in its mouth

I saw the light of the differentiated sky
In the far distance
Knowing that rain was to come
And not caring about wetness

At the first beat of the downpour
I yelled my fool head off
Soaked my emotions
Liberally
With all they could withstand
And took the poodle for its run…