'Reflections on my Dark'

"As the rain beat insistently at my window, it saw reflected my sadness. Droughts and tears did not flow in me, there in that window were exposed. How open doors of my soul.
A growing agony, shortness of breath.
In my empty room, darkness.
At my sick mind, desolation!
And the window ... in the window the rain had stopped. "

Sidney Leal