In July

And in July it rains

As if the cosmic wash day had arrived

So I spread this poem on my roof

To cleanse it pure as white

And it rains on July

As if to wash away every bit of dust

And here drenched on my rooftop

I witness salvation

And on July it rains

From my eyes it pours out

My beloved soaked in pain

Oh why oh why does it rain.

Vague Bound